No one is more lewd than me.

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Chapter 1, The Holy Water of Teacher Yin Zhi Chu
I was born into an ordinary family in S City. My father was the deputy commander of a regiment in the South China Sea Fleet, and my mother
was a coach at a large fitness club in the city. My 21-year-old sister graduated from teachers' college this year and works at a private university. Normally,
most families in our generation only had one child, but my grandparents had deeply ingrained feudal ideas and went through
many connections and a lot of effort to secretly have me. Therefore, I grew up happily under their care and pampering
. And I, in turn, was not unloved; I was clever, lively, and healthy from a young age.
However, I never liked studying and had a strong interest in unconventional pursuits. My father
was often away from home due to his job, while my mother was open-minded and believed that academic performance did not represent ability. She
not only didn't mind my lack of effort in studying but also supported my whimsical ideas.
So, although my grades weren't good, I was incredibly knowledgeable about the outside world, had a mature understanding of interpersonal relationships,
and was also handsome and charming with a witty and humorous personality, making me the darling of the women around me. But no
one would have guessed that beneath this appearance, I often harbored filthy and dirty thoughts.
Although I was only 15, I was no longer a virgin. Two years ago, a second-year junior
high school girl invited me to her house under the pretense of fixing her computer. While I was a virgin then, she clearly had little
experience either. That experience was awkward and tense, lacking the stimulation and pleasure I usually saw in adult films
.
Thinking about it, back then, I was surrounded by my mother's voluptuous and sexy figure and beautiful face every day.
How could I be interested in a girl in a school uniform with a flat chest and thin hips? So, the newly transferred English teacher
became the object of my infatuation.
I remember on her first day of class, she wore a light pink dress, black sexy
jacquard stockings, and white open-toe high-heeled sandals. Standing gracefully on the podium, she said, "
Hello everyone, my name is Yang Lu, and I'm your new English teacher. I hope you will study hard and support me."
Then she gently touched her long hair behind her ear and bowed slightly to us. She was truly a gift from heaven…
Ms. Yang was beautiful, warm, and open-minded, showing no embarrassment or shyness at all because of the burning, envious gazes of us troubled teenagers
. She often made some rather risqué jokes with us.
One day, Xiaowei, Dachang, and I made a bet in class: guess what color underwear Ms. Yang was wearing. Whoever guessed wrong
had to masturbate in class and ejaculate. Xiaowei guessed black because Ms. Yang was wearing black
stockings that day. Dachang guessed pink because Ms. Yang was young and beautiful and would definitely like soft, pastel colors. I
guessed red because I felt that Ms. Yang's gaze towards me was passionate and alluring a few times; I thought this kind of woman was rather
secretly passionate and would like vibrant, fiery colors. As it turned out, we used a mirror to reflect light under Ms. Yang's skirt and saw, sure enough
, a pair of red lace lace panties.
So Xiaowei and Dachang took out their penises to masturbate in class. Since we were sitting in
the corner of the last row, we didn't have to worry about anyone seeing us. But just as the two of them were fantasizing about Teacher Yang reaching her climax
, Teacher Yang called out, "Wu Yuchang!" Dachang's face turned red and then pale. He hurriedly put his penis away, not even
having time to zip it up, and stood up. "Tell me your favorite color
or?" Oh no, we'd been caught. The teacher knew about our little trick.
At that moment, although the teacher was asking Dachang a question, when she looked at me, she had a mysterious smile on her face.
Not to brag, but the reason I've always been popular with women isn't just because of my handsome appearance. It
's also because I've practiced an old booklet called "The Strange Yin-Yang Harmony Technique" since I was little. I
found it in the lining of an ancient yoga scripture my mother kept. The book said that after learning it, you could emit a hormonal
aura that attracted the opposite sex. Since my grandfather was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, I wasn't unfamiliar with the meridians and acupoints described.
Plus, I've always been interested in strange and unusual things, so I secretly practiced it. Sure enough, after practicing it, my puberty
development became obvious, and I noticed that my mother and sister sometimes looked at me with intense, dreamy eyes.
"Xu Qi, come to my office during lunch break!" The teacher called me. The teacher knew about our little
scheme, I thought anxiously, while the other male classmates looked at me with envy.
During lunch, a few buddies laughed and said to me, "Brother Qi, make
the most of your time alone with Teacher Yang this lunch!"
I shook my head, feigning seriousness. "Teacher Yang probably already knows all about our little antics.
This is definitely going to be a warning to others. It looks like we're in big trouble."
Teacher Yang had just transferred to our school, and the academic affairs office had assigned her a temporary office on
the fifth floor of the Gardener's Community building. It was rather remote, surrounded by warehouses for teaching supplies. There was only a security guard's room at the very edge, but it
was usually empty. As I walked, I thought to myself, "This environment is perfect. I could do *that* here in broad daylight without
worrying about being seen." Thinking about it, I unconsciously pictured Teacher Yang's slender legs in black stockings, her full breasts and pert buttocks. Gradually,
my mouth went dry and my lower body felt hot…
The office door wasn't ajar. Through the door, I saw Teacher Yang slumped over her desk. I gently knocked
, but there was no response. What was going on? Was she asleep? I pushed open the door with a puzzled look, then closed it behind me. Ms. Yang was slumped over
the desk, breathing evenly; she was actually asleep. My gaze gradually shifted from her beautiful face to her ample
breasts.
She was wearing a blue V-neck dress today. Because she was slumped over the desk, I could easily see her
smooth, jade-like breasts rising and falling with her breath beneath her red lace bra. Her petite legs, clad in black stockings, were resting on a nearby
stool, causing me to lower my head and see her red panties under her dress. I could also vaguely see
the curly pubic hair on her slightly protruding mons pubis. My brain instantly went blank. Was she doing this on purpose? I wondered.
Further down, beside the stool, were the white high heels that had intimately touched those beautiful feet. I glanced at Ms. Yang; she
was fast asleep. I mentally reassured myself, "It's okay. Even if I'm discovered, it just means I'm infatuated with her
. What's meant to be will be. I'll take the plunge." So, almost unconsciously, I knelt down, picked up
one of Ms. Yang's high heels, and brought it to my nose, taking a deep breath. A faint scent of sweat mingled with a delicate fragrance...
The taste of water stimulated my nerves.
I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and gently lick the shoe sole; it was a little salty. Just as I was lost in ecstasy
, a pair of small, black-stockinged feet rested on my shoulders. I hurriedly looked up and saw Teacher Yang looking at me slyly,
biting her rosy lower lip with her upper teeth, smiling at me. Seeing that I didn't react, she ran her right foot across my face, then stuck her toes
into my mouth, giggling, "Do you like it?"
Damn it, I've fallen for it; a blatant trap. But I loved it so much that I quickly cupped her delicate feet in my hands
, gently massaging and sucking them. I knew the human body's acupoints like the back of my hand, and with my precise massage and
vigorous licking, I quickly made Teacher Yang gasp for breath. She laughed and scolded me, "You little devil!" I stammered, "
It's all because Teacher's charm is irresistible, I couldn't help myself. Teacher, when did you realize I was infatuated with you?"
"When? Several times when I went to the toilet, a big-headed ghost peeked out from under the next stall. Did you think
Teacher didn't know?"
Instantly! I suddenly realized, "So, Teacher, you secretly masturbate after peeing, all for my benefit
!"
The teacher chuckled, "I licked my socks until they were sticky, how am I supposed to wear them later?"
Hearing this, I quickly reached under her skirt and pulled off her socks along her soft thighs. Suddenly, a pair of
fair and delicate feet were before my eyes. I couldn't resist putting each of her ten toes into my mouth,
sucking and savoring them, and licking between her toes with my tongue.
I knew that toes were a woman's most mysterious erogenous zone, not only stimulating her libido but also
giving her a sense of superiority. When she imagined a man subservient at her feet, willing to
lick her toes and let her quietly enjoy this pleasure… this feeling would intoxicate her, making her
unable to resist it.
Teacher Yang was also deeply intoxicated at this moment, her eyes filled with desire, her lips curved in affection, stroking her hair, twisting
her waist, and softly moaning. Then I slowly traced my tongue along her heels, moving it over her calves. I slipped my head
under her skirt, licking her inner thighs, gently kissing and teasing, but never touching her private
parts. I knew that to drive a woman completely mad, I had to play hard to get like this.
Sure enough, after a while, Ms. Yang squeezed my head between her thighs, forcing my mouth towards her private parts. But I
didn't obey. I just pressed my mouth against her labia majora through her panties, breathing softly, without making any big movements
. My hands gradually slipped under her skirt and reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. Then I cupped her large breasts and began
to knead them. Ms. Yang gasped, her voice trembling. "Where did you learn to be so naughty, you little rascal...
Help your teacher quickly."
I blew air into her vagina and said, "If you want me to help, you have to call me husband." Then I
bit down on her labia majora.
Ms. Yang shuddered and cried out sweetly, "Husband..."
I said, "What?"
"It itches..."
"Where does it itch?"
"You little rascal, I can't take it anymore!" After saying that, Ms. Yang stood up and pushed me to the ground, pulled out her underwear from under her skirt , and sat on my face with her bare bottom. She was really fierce, but it was exactly what I wanted. 　　I had fantasized about putting my mouth on her vagina and sucking all her vaginal fluids
when I used to peep at her urinating . Today, I finally got my wish. Her lower body was already 　　overflowing with desire. Sitting on my face, her vagina was pressed tightly against my mouth without leaving a gap. I put my tongue in and 　　gently stirred it. A stream of sour love fluid flowed into my mouth, and I drank it all down without spilling a drop. 　　But she kept wriggling her big buttocks against my face, and my tongue was constantly scraping against the walls of her vagina, 　　while I kept licking her clitoris and urethra with the tip of my tongue. I felt her wriggling becoming more and more intense, until finally she 　　cried out and a large gush of liquid spurted from her vagina. I didn't know if it was urine or vaginal fluid; it was sour and salty, 　　not particularly fishy or pungent. It sprayed all over my mouth, and I drank some, leaving a mouthful in my mouth. 　　I rolled over and pinned her to the ground, kissing her small mouth, slowly transferring the liquid into her mouth. She didn't 　　refuse, but instead obediently drank it all in. Then she put her delicate tongue into my mouth, and I quickly stuck 　　my tongue out to intertwine with hers, constantly sucking her saliva. At the same time, my hands were also restlessly 　　stripping off all her clothes. 　　At this moment, Ms. Yang's entire body was finally revealed to me, completely naked. Her breasts were high and full, her buttocks 　　were round and firm, and her legs were white and delicate. I couldn't help but praise her, "Teacher, you are truly a celestial being descended to earth. 　　Any more or less would be too plump, any less would be too thin." 　　Ms. Yang chuckled and said, "You use all your clever tricks on crooked paths. I don't see how good you are at studying." 　　I retorted, "Does good grades make a teacher squirt?" After saying that, I quickly stripped off my clothes 　　. 　　When she saw the enormous thing between my legs, her mouth formed an "O" shape in shock. "My God, how could your mother give birth to such 　　a freak like you? How can you grow up like this at such a young age?" 　　Chapter Two: Mother's Gaze 　　To be honest, I can't blame my mother for this freak. It's probably because I've been studying that mysterious 　　booklet since I was little. Recently, when I practice, my lower abdomen feels noticeably hot, my scrotum swells, and my penis is as hard as iron. The book 　　says that this is because the Yin and Yang vertebrae are open, the kidney yin is abundant, and the ministerial fire is vigorous. It needs to absorb the nourishment of women's yin fluids to 　　achieve the balance of water and fire and complete the practice. 　　Women's yin fluids include sweat, saliva, vaginal fluid, and urine. No wonder I've been 　　fantasizing about sucking the mouth and vagina of women I like lately, and even peeping at women urinating in the women's restroom. It's not that I'm perverted; it 　　's just that that Indian practice is too evil. 　　I chuckled and said, "Teacher, you're usually so indifferent to me, why are you suddenly so smitten today 　　, plotting to trick me?" 　　Teacher Yang laughed and scolded, "You little devil, you're acting innocent after getting the better of me! You've already ruined me like this, and you still say I'm 　　not... Actually, from the first moment I saw you, I had a strange feeling. Although you're young, I don't 　　know what it is about you that makes me more attracted than my ex-boyfriends. Ever since I found out you like to 　　secretly watch me go to the toilet, I've often shamelessly fantasized about being with you..."

As the teacher spoke, she stroked my penis with her soft, delicate hands. Then
, she opened her beautiful, luscious lips and took my egg-sized glans into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of my penis, and she began to slowly
thrust in and out, causing her saliva to stretch into thin, wet strands at the point of contact.
There was indeed a world of difference between a mature woman and a naive young girl. Watching my beautiful, serious teacher, now naked in her office, giving me unrestrained oral
sex, experiencing the soft, lubricated pleasure of my glans in her mouth, I felt like I was about to explode.
I quickly composed myself, flipped the teacher over, and pressed her onto the chair. Knowing my intention, she leaned forward
, her buttocks raised high, completely exposing her round, reddish-brown cleft and delicate anus to
me. I bent down and licked her anus forcefully with my tongue. The teacher trembled, and a gush of vaginal
fluid flowed from her vagina. I sucked it into my mouth, praising, "A beautiful woman's vaginal fluid is indeed sweet and delicious."
The teacher wiggled her large buttocks, urging, "Hurry up, class is about to start."
Before she finished speaking, I thrust into her. The teacher took a deep, satisfied breath. Before she could recover, I
thrust the remaining two-thirds of my penis into her honeypot in one go. The teacher cried out in surprise; the full, swollen
feeling caused her to gush out another fluid—she had another orgasm…
Although my penis was hard and thick, fortunately, the teacher… Her honeyed orifice overflowed with lustful fluids, flexible and yielding, the whole process was blissful
and harmonious. When I ejaculated inside her, she even squirted again. Afterwards, looking at the floor covered in what
wasn't urine but damp lustful fluid, the teacher was embarrassed and said, "Go back to the classroom, I'll mop the floor." I thought to myself
, what a waste! Drinking all that fluid would definitely benefit my cultivation. But then I thought there would be plenty of opportunities later
, so I teased her, "Then call me 'husband' again."
She obediently called me, "Little devil husband."
I said, "Then when can we do it again, wife?"
She said, "Since we've already done this, anytime is fine, but it must be kept secret, and it can't
interfere with our studies." I got her lace panties, then went to the bathroom to wash my face and hair, otherwise
Da Chang and Xiao Wei might notice something amiss, before returning to the classroom.
When I got home that night, I hid the underwear soaked in her juices in a homemade secret compartment by my bedside. Then
I turned on the computer, connected my electric scooter remote, saved the video, and
watched it. The encounter with the teacher at noon was indeed passionate and lewd, no less than a Japanese adult film.
It was so incredibly well-received, even though the miniature camera I secretly placed on the corner of the table had captured it so vividly. Saving it might come in handy later;
after all, I didn't know Yang Lu very well. If anything happened, I could use it to blackmail her, though I probably wouldn't need it. But
it wouldn't be bad to watch it occasionally. Thinking about this, I chuckled lewdly. One should be like Edison Chen, making love with
a camera on. Just
as I was indulging in self-admiration, "Xiao Qi, what are you thinking about so happily?" Oh no, I forgot to close the door. "
Mom's coming in."
I hurriedly turned off the video, not even bothering to fix my erection, and said calmly, "Nothing
, just watching cartoons."
"Oh, really?" Mom smiled meaningfully, looking at me uncertainly. "Do you have time
to help Mom fix the computer?"
I said, "Of course."
Mom pinched my ear. "Then why are you still sitting there? I'm never proactive about anything."
I thought to myself, if I stood up, my dick would be sticking out of the table. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Because my mom is also that kind of
open-minded and flirtatious woman, I have reason to suspect that she must think I'm watching porn and is deliberately embarrassing me
so she can lecture me. I could only say, "Go back to your room first, I'll download a movie here.
" Mom pinched my cheek again and said, "Then hurry up." Then she gracefully went back to her room.
After my younger brother calmed down, I went to the bathroom to pee. I glanced at the laundry basket.
Although Mom's bedroom was upstairs, Dad was often away, so my sister and I shared the downstairs bathroom
. Sure enough, Mom had just showered, and her clothes were lying directly on the laundry basket—the low-cut,
backless blue yoga outfit she'd worn that day, with a pair of white lace panties blatantly on top.
I picked them up and examined them closely. There was a faint white discharge on the soft fabric against her vulva inside the panties.
I brought them close to my nose and smelled a mixture of shower gel and urine. No! I
suppressed my surging desires. Mom is my mother; how could I do such a thing?
Just then, Mom called from upstairs, urging me to come up. I forced back my lustful thoughts and went straight upstairs, pushing open Mom's
bedroom door. I'd been to Mom's room many times, but this was rare when she was home at night. Because
Dad wasn't home, Mom's room was decorated warmly and elegantly.
Upon entering, there was a rose-shaped clothes rack, and next to it, heart-shaped romantic wallpaper. To the side was
a French-style rose-red wardrobe, next to which was a dressing table, and next to that, a large pink bed. The surrounding
light pink curtains and decorations looked romantic and dreamy under the dim nightlight by the bedside. A red laptop
lay on the dressing table beside the bed.
Mom stood up and gestured, her voice sweet and coquettish like a palace maid greeting her master, "My lord, please~"
I sat down comfortably in the chair and stretched. "Speak, my beauty, what can I do for you?"
Mom chuckled. "My lord, my computer can't access QQ anymore, and I'm so lonely at night..."
I coughed. "Since you're so lonely, why not come to me for some entertainment?"
Mom was amused by my teasing. "I'm afraid of being disturbed ..." "How could I trouble Your Majesty with your promising future?"
she said, pressing my forehead playfully. "You little devil!"
I squeezed her delicate hand. "It's all thanks to your good upbringing."
So, Mom sat on the edge of the bed watching me use the computer. I turned to look at her closely. Having just showered,
her slightly damp curly hair fell naturally over her white shoulders. Her delicate oval face had high eyebrows and narrow eyes, and her rosy lips were slightly
upturned—she didn't look like a 33-year-old woman at all.
She wore a pure white silk nightgown, which accentuated her curvaceous figure. More importantly…
Yes, through the silk nightgown, I noticed two slight protrusions on my mother's chest. My mind went blank for a moment—these were
my mother's nipples! Although I knew my mother usually didn't wear a bra after showering, in the dim light
and in this cozy environment, my lower body involuntarily became erect again.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that my mother could easily outshine Teacher Yang. But I dared not think too much about it; my mother was
the person I respected most. I suppressed the lustful fire in my heart and began to check the computer.
I used the fully automatic repair software. While waiting, my mother said, "
Would Your Majesty like to massage my feet?"
I said it would be my honor to serve such a beauty, so my mother stretched out her bare feet and placed them on my thighs
. I hurriedly squeezed my erect penis tightly between my thighs and gently massaged my mother's toes. My mother
's feet were still as smooth and soft as her skin, without a single thick callus; massaging them was a pleasure.
I applied slight pressure to various acupoints on my mother's feet, eliciting soft moans from her. I couldn't help but think of
Teacher Yang from noon. Looking up along my mother's back, oh my god, what did I see? My mother wasn't wearing underwear
! I could even vaguely see her vulva.
My mother seemed unaware of my gaze, and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty's massage feels so good. Can Your Majesty
massage my feet every day?"
My lust surged; even a foot massage, or even just licking her feet every day, I would be happy.
I replied, "Of course, no problem. I belong to beauties; whatever you want, I'll give you."
As I massaged, my hand gradually moved to my mother's calves, then gently kneaded her knees. My mother
seemed to be enjoying it, lying on the bed with her eyes closed. I decided to test the waters.
I placed my hand beside my mother's thigh, slowly stroking her smooth thigh, occasionally, seemingly unintentionally,
brushing my fingers into the inside of her thigh. Every time this happened, I could feel my mother tremble slightly
. She was clearly trying to hide her intense feelings. Although her reaction was subtle, how could it escape
my keen senses?
I wondered what it meant that my mother hadn't stopped me. I kept making assumptions, but I thought that
even if my mother and I both felt this way, we should stop now, because we are mother and son, and we both
have an insurmountable barrier in our hearts.
Just as I was about to give up, my fingers swept one last time deep into my mother's thigh. I heard my mother
let out a soft moan, and then I felt a slippery flow of fluid oozing from the base of her legs.
Had my mother climaxed?
Chapter 3, A Special Preference
I subtly withdrew my hand from under my mother's skirt, pretending I knew nothing. My mother's face was
flushed slightly under the light, but her eyes remained tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling gently.
Excitedly, I secretly licked the sticky liquid on my fingers. It had a faint salty and sour taste—
this was my mother's vaginal fluid, flowing from the mysterious place where I was born. I had an
urge to crawl between my mother's thighs and lick it, but I rationally suppressed it, silently finished setting up the computer, said goodbye to my mother, and left
the room.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for both of us.
The next morning, my mother had already gone out. On the table was a prepared breakfast: a fried egg, a cheese and
smoked fish sandwich, and a glass of fresh orange juice. Under the glass was a note in my mother's beautiful
handwriting: "Baby, this is Mommy's treat. Be a good girl and finish it all~"
I had originally planned to take it to school, but after seeing my mother's heartwarming words, I obediently sat down and slowly ate
my breakfast. I took a bite of the cheese sandwich; it was sour and salty, and it actually tasted like my mother's vaginal fluid from last night
. Thinking about it, a surge of lust rose up again. Thinking that tonight's evening self-study session was English class, and that tomorrow was Sunday and
there was no class, I figured I'd need Ms. Yang to vent my 　　frustrations tonight. Finally, evening arrived, and Ms. Yang appeared in the classroom
wearing a light pink long vest, a white lace long skirt , and pink patent leather high heels under flesh-colored stockings. Some of the male students almost 　　drooled. 　　I kept giving her meaningful glances, and Ms. Yang, seeing my eager look, understood and walked up to me 　　. "Xu Qi, is there a problem?" 　　I opened my book and pointed to what was written: "I thought about you all night last night." 　　The teacher's eyes lit up, and she said, "Is this what it means?" Then she took a pen and wrote 　　three words on my book: "Me too!" 　　I wrote haltingly below: "I want to be with you after school!" 　　The teacher drew a cartoon smiley face below, and I thought I'd succeeded. 　　We were exchanging glances secretly throughout the evening self-study session. Near the end of the school day, she slipped me a note 　　saying to go directly to her teacher's apartment after school. So I texted my mom, telling her I wouldn't have class tomorrow, and that 　　I was staying at a classmate's house tonight and wouldn't be home. My 　　mom replied with a sad emoji, followed by, "You promised to massage my feet every day yesterday, and you 　　stood me up today!" 　　I replied, "I'll definitely make it up to you later!" and added a kissing emoji. 　　My mom asked, "How will you make it up to me?" 　　I replied, "I'd be willing to lick your feet!" 　　My mom said, "Nonsense!" 　　I had been to Ms. Yang's apartment many times before, sometimes even with classmates for tutoring. 　　Excitedly, I knocked on the door. After Ms. Yang closed the door, I couldn't wait to hug her slender waist 　　. She scolded me, "Why are you in such a hurry? Go take a shower first." I said, "Because I love you so much, of course I'm in a hurry." Women 　　love to hear sweet words. 　　Sure enough, the teacher smiled happily and said, "Really? Then you'd better be prepared." 　　Without thinking, I stripped off all her clothes, leaving only a flesh-colored seamless thong underneath. Then I 　　stripped naked myself, picked up her smooth, delicate body, and said, "Let's go take a bath together." 　　Once in the bathroom, I was already bursting with desire. Just looking at Teacher Yang's nearly 34D breasts made me feel like I was about 　　to explode with heat. I was going to just turn on the shower and quickly get to the point, but Teacher Yang filled the bathtub and pushed me to lie down...

She went inside, then sat on me, pressing her full, white breasts against my face.
Excitedly, I wrapped my arms around her back, nibbling at her cherry-like nipples, then my hands slid down, caressing
her plump buttocks. Ms. Yang gradually began to moan with excitement, her body slowly sliding down, her hands cupping my face,
opening her small mouth to kiss me.
I hungrily thrust my tongue into her mouth, entwining it with hers, teasing her gums, desperately sucking at
her saliva—the saliva of Ms. Yang, the woman I was so obsessed with. I swallowed it without any disgust
. Although Ms. Yang and I were having sex, I still had to behave well; such a seductive beauty was
hard to find these days.
After kissing for almost ten minutes, Ms. Yang smacked her lips, spat them into my mouth, patted my face, and
said seductively, "Do you like it?"
I said, "I like everything about you, Teacher!"
Ms. Yang giggled, "There's something you'll like even more soon~" With that, she pulled down her panties, spread her long
, straight legs, and rubbed her already overflowing vulva against my face. I was eager to
suck on her vagina, but she wouldn't let me. "Look at how anxious you are," Ms. Yang chuckled, teasingly
asking, "Want to lick it?"
I said, "Yes!!!"
She teased, "Want to lick what?"
I thought to myself, it's truly a case of karma; I teased her like that in the office yesterday, and today she's getting her revenge with interest
. Besides, I really wanted it, so I said I wanted to lick the teacher's pussy. Teacher Yang said, "It's not that
easy to lick it. You have to answer a question correctly first. If you answer incorrectly, you have to eat a mouthful of saliva."
I said, "Then ask quickly!"
She asked me condescendingly, "What do you like most about the teacher?"
I said without hesitation, "Puss."
Teacher Yang shook her head and said, "Wrong!"
I obediently opened my mouth, and Teacher Yang took a big gulp of saliva, brought her head close to my face
, and then opened her small mouth, letting a mouthful of saliva slowly drip down her lower lip into my mouth, leaving
slippery, shiny threads. The saliva outside my body was a little different from the saliva when we kissed; it was a little cold, and it seemed a little hard
to accept, but this lewd feeling stimulated my nerves even more.
When the teacher asked a second time, I said it was her feet, but that was wrong again. She then spat into a glass next to her
and ordered me to slowly savor it. A small half-glass of sticky, shiny, gelatinous saliva filled the glass. I had no choice but to obediently
drink it down slowly, like drinking red wine. The third question she asked me to answer was "butthole." Ms. Yang's eyes lit up, saying she'd
long suspected I had some strange quirks and unusual tastes, but I still hadn't answered correctly.
I thought to myself, "When it comes to unusual tastes, you're even more extreme than me," and chuckled, saying, "Then we're
truly birds of a feather, a match made in heaven!"
This time, she spat on her two large breasts and ordered me to lick them clean. Of course, I gladly accepted. After I finished, the teacher
pretended to be impatient, lifting my chin with her palm and saying, "Think again carefully. If you get it wrong again, I won't forgive you
." My eyes darted around, thinking, "My favorite?" A sudden thought struck me: wasn't it because the teacher discovered I was peeping at her while she peed that she
started flirting with me? That must be it! So I confidently said, "I love your pungent pee the most."
The teacher nodded in satisfaction and said, "Then open your mouth wide."
I immediately realized what she meant and opened my mouth wide. The teacher smiled smugly, grabbed the shower curtain rod, and
squatted down into an M-shape. She brought her vulva close to my mouth, and I waited. Perhaps it was her first time urinating into someone's mouth, and
she seemed a little uncomfortable. She tried for a long time but couldn't squeeze out a single drop. When I looked at her, she seemed to blush slightly.
So I encouraged her, saying, "Teacher is the person I love most. Everything about you is what I love most
." Perhaps inspired by me
, she closed her eyes slightly. I saw her lower abdomen contract slightly, and her bright red anus
protruded slightly. Then, a stream of pale yellow urine sprayed towards me from her open urethra. I quickly opened my mouth to catch it. It
was warm, salty, and a little astringent, but not very strong. I gulped it down. Because I
didn't control my urine flow very well at first, the teacher's urine ended up covering my head and face. This
was a beautiful woman's urine!
After urinating, the teacher pressed her vulva against my mouth. I held her buttocks and vigorously licked and sucked,
cleaning up all the urine that had dripped onto her perineum and anus. Stimulated by this, the teacher became wild and unrestrained
, pressing my head forcefully against her vulva and occasionally rubbing her bouncing breasts.
At first, I simply licked her vaginal fluids, but after a while, I felt it wasn't enough.
How wonderful it would be if the teacher could have another orgasm right there on my lips, from this upward angle!
So, I slowly moved my hand to the inside of her thighs,
gently stroking her right inner thigh from bottom to top with my right middle finger, then gently stroking her tender clitoris from bottom to top with my middle finger along the perineum. My left
hand slowly moved to the inside of her left thigh, gently stroking it from bottom to top with my index finger.
As expected, the teacher, using my targeted techniques, began to writhe her body like a water snake, moaning wildly,
"Ah...darling, husband, dear brother, so good...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die, um...ah. Lick
my little clitoris..."
I slowly used my tongue to gently lick the teacher's pink labia from bottom to top, kissing from her perineum to her clitoris,
lightly touching the tip of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then taking her clitoris into my mouth and swirling
and circling my tongue around it.
Under this repeated, cyclical stimulation, the teacher convulsed, and a stream of fluid spurted into my
mouth. She then collapsed onto me, seemingly exhausted, ignoring the fluids covering my mouth and face. She gently held my
head and kissed me. As we kissed, exchanging saliva, I circled her vulva with my hand
, occasionally gently probing her anus with my fingers. The vulva has an important acupoint that is particularly effective at stimulating
a woman's desire. The teacher was satisfied, but I hadn't yet ejaculated; I was still looking forward to an even more intense session with her.
Chapter Four: My Sister's Secret
Under my two magic hands, the teacher's breathing gradually became rapid. I got up and lifted her round, tender white buttocks,
ready to thrust in. But Teacher Yang turned around and sat up, hugging my neck and biting my ear, saying, "Sweetie,
help your sister wash up so we can go play in the room."
I had no choice but to help the teacher wash from head to toe with my huge thing erect, not missing the back of her ears, armpits, or between her toes. The teacher
's armpits were smooth and clean, without a single hair. While washing them, I couldn't resist licking them with my tongue. The teacher giggled
from the ticklishness, kissed the head of my penis, and said, "If you're naughty again, I'll bite it off."
After washing the teacher's hair, I carefully rinsed my own. My hair was covered in the teacher's urine
and secretions, which were difficult to wash off. To my surprise, I picked up a milky white, sticky substance from it.
I thought the teacher's discharge didn't look like cottage cheese, but rather like a slug. So I teased her and asked, "Wife,
what's this?"
The teacher's face hardened, and she pretended to be angry, saying, "You want to die, flirting with me? Also, you can't call me '
wife' anymore, you can only call me Sister Lu. I'll call you 'Little Darling.' That's the rule. I get to decide all the rules of the game
, understand?"
I nodded and said, "Little Darling will obey Sister Lu's orders!" I thought to myself, "You just want to be a mature woman?" Your attitude just now
clearly made it seem like you wanted to be my queen, but Sister Lu is beautiful, noble, sexy, and elegant, so I'm willing to accept it.
After washing up, Sister Lu made me her mount, carrying her into the bedroom. I knelt on the floor, hands on the ground, and said, "Please,
Sister Lu, mount me." Sister Lu sat on my back with her legs spread wide, satisfied. She grabbed my ear and said, "Giddy up!" I then carried
her to the bedroom.
The white floor was spotless, so I didn't have to worry about getting dirty. I deliberately bounced slightly along the way,
enjoying the pleasure of Sister Lu's soft pubic hair and warm labia rubbing against my back. Suddenly, the phone rang
, so Sister Lu directed me to crawl to the bedside table to answer it.
"Hello, Lulu, what's up? Why haven't you called me for so many days?" It was a soft, girlish
voice. Why did it sound so familiar?
"Oh, no, I've been a bit busy with school lately. I was just planning to meet you tomorrow night, Sunday."
"Really?" she said happily on the other end of the phone. "Then let's make a date today. Come to my dorm tomorrow. I
bought something nice online; it'll be a lot of fun for you." Her voice was clearly excited, but I felt
it was becoming more and more familiar.
Perhaps because I wasn't in a convenient position, Sister Lu seemed reluctant to talk much, but she said, "Okay, then
get some rest early tonight."
She smiled seductively and said, "Going to bed so early isn't your style. Are you planning to masturbate
? I can come over and give you a kiss. You know my skills have been getting better and better lately." Her voice was lewd
and provocative.
I intentionally leaned down, and Sister Lu sat on me, catching me off guard, and let out a startled "Ah!"
A giggle came from the other end of the phone. "You weren't actually doing it to yourself while you were talking to me on the phone, were you?"
Sister Lu twisted my ear hard and said, "No way! Never mind, just wait and see how I deal with you tomorrow!"
She said, "Then I'll wash up and wait for you..."
Before she finished speaking, Sister Lu hung up the phone. Seeing my strange expression, she said without any attempt to hide it, "That's right
, your sister is bisexual. You better behave, and if you do well, I'll take you to see what it's like
. Don't be jealous, okay?"
I said I only get jealous of men, not women, but I do quite like to taste women's juices
. I thought to myself, this Sister Lu looks elegant, but deep down she's lewd and wanton. You really can't judge a book by its cover
. And that slut on the other end of the phone... her voice sounds... I need to figure it out.
I don't know if it was because of the phone call we just had, but Sister Lu was in high spirits, and her vagina was getting increasingly
wet, making my back slippery. So, Sister Lu couldn't wait to have me lie on the bed, spread her fleshy, white
thighs, and with one hand holding my penis, she sat down on her wet vagina. I felt my penis
enter a warm, narrow, curved, and wrinkled space, and I groaned comfortably. Sister Lu also let out a
long sigh of relief and began to move her big buttocks wildly.
"Mmm... little darling, you're so good... sister feels so good... ah... so good."
I would occasionally twist my penis left and right in her vagina, and then thrust hard a couple of times, making Sister Lu scream
repeatedly. Her left index and middle fingers pinched her rosy nipples and twisted them incessantly, her palm pressed against her full breasts
and kneaded them into different shapes, and her right hand reached into her messy long hair and kept combing it.
Seeing Sister Lu's dazed and alluring expression and movements, I thrust even harder into her, holding her
beautiful feet and gently biting and sucking each toe. Finally, after several violent thrusts, Sister Lu
cried out, and I felt waves of hot fluid surging towards my penis. In my excitement, I also ejaculated deep into her uterus.
Sister Lu, satisfied, clung to me and kissed me. After a while, my penis went limp, and
the mixed fluid from deep inside Sister Lu's vagina flowed everywhere, making our lower bodies a mess.
Sister Lu reached down and smeared the fluid in her hand at the point where our lips met. We
sucked on each other's tongues, savoring the mixed love fluid, unable to distinguish one from the other...
While Sister Lu went to the bathroom to wash herself, I lay on the bed, a sudden thought flashing through my mind, and I remembered something.
So I picked up her iPhone and scrolled through her call history. The first call was from the girl who had just called her—
Yan Yan. My mind went blank. Could it be such a coincidence? I checked the number again, and suddenly a sense of absurdity washed
over me. Xu Ruyan, the girl she had just talked to, was my own sister, Xu Ruyan. I remembered what my sister Lu had just told me,
"Be a good girl, and if you behave well, I'll take you to see what it's like."
My sister was also a stunning beauty, with a hot and sexy figure. Like my mother, she was
someone I often fantasized about in my masturbation, but the barriers of family ethics prevented me from ever crossing those boundaries. I often teased my sister for
never having a boyfriend. She always said that none of the men she had met were decent. I asked her what kind of man she liked.
She said he had to be at least better than me. I thought to myself: How can a man compare to my brother? Are you trying to seduce me?
Now I suddenly discovered that she and Sister Lu were having an affair, and that our relationship was going to be exposed one day.
It feels unbelievable. Sigh, I shouldn't think about it anymore. Things will work themselves out.
That night, I was naturally young and energetic, and Sister Lu was also enjoying herself. We kissed and fell asleep
when we were tired, and continued when we woke up. In my half-awake state, I think I was still licking her vulva, making the bed wet, but I didn't care
. I didn't fall into a deep sleep until almost dawn the next day.
When I woke up the next day, I heard Sister Lu on the phone outside. I was still half asleep and couldn't hear clearly. Sister Lu kept
giggling, as if she was talking about some lewd topics.
I thought to myself, "Could she be talking to Sister Yan?" and my sleepiness vanished.
When I came out of the bedroom, they had already finished their call. I said, "Sister Lu, who are you talking to so lewdly on the phone so early?" Sister Lu
smiled gently and said, "Don't be jealous. It's that good friend from yesterday." I found that Sister Lu only became wild and energetic when she was sexually aroused
; normally, she was gentle and demure.
I didn't ask any more questions, thinking that a woman might not tell you even if you ask, and you can't stop her from talking when she wants to. Right now, she's
itching to talk to someone.
So I went to the bathroom to wash up, while Sister Lu was making breakfast in the kitchen. Sure enough, she spoke up a little while
later, "That girl from yesterday was a classmate of mine from teachers' college.
We had sex out of curiosity, and then I got hooked on the feeling. It got out of control, and we've been doing it together several times a month ever since."
I said, "That's great, I can totally understand and accept that."
After I finished washing up, I came over. Sister Lu had already made breakfast and was sitting at the table looking at me affectionately. She teased,
"She's a super beauty. I'll introduce you to her later, and you can both serve you, okay?"
I thought to myself, "No way! She's my own sister!" I immediately said, "No need, I have Sister Lu, that's enough.
Besides, I don't know if I'll be serving you or you'll be serving me. If anyone's going to serve someone, it'll only be you, Sister Lu." Sister
Lu smiled happily and said, "Hurry up and eat breakfast, it'll help you recover."
I said coquettishly, "You feed me. "
Sister Lu picked up a piece of ham and held it to my mouth.
I said, "I want you to feed me with your mouth."
Sister Lu smiled charmingly, put her leg in her mouth and slowly chewed it, then transferred it mouth-to-mouth to my mouth.
After transferring it, she bit my lip and said, "Satisfied now? You don't even have to chew."
I swallowed it in one gulp and praised, "So delicious! Sister Lu's cooking and oral skills are both excellent!"
Breakfast took almost an hour. She fed me a piece of ham, and I fed her a piece of bread. We
kissed while drinking milk, the whole process was exciting and romantic. After finishing, I said, "Sister Lu, this time you fed me with your small mouth, next time you have to
feed me with your big mouth."
Sister Lu's eyes lit up and she understood, laughing and saying, "How do I feed you with my big mouth?"
I stuck out my long tongue and said, "How about this?"
...
After breakfast, I said that I had something to do tonight and should go to bed and rest. It was Sunday, and my mother was at home, so I
had to go back so as not to worry her. She said I was really filial and sensible, and that the teacher should praise me, then kissed me affectionately.
On my way home, my mind was a bit chaotic. One moment I was thinking about my sister, the next about Teacher Yang, and then I wondered if I was being
a bit shameless. My body and hair are gifts from my parents; was it right for me to lick her genitals and drink her urine?
I also wondered if my sister would come home today, since it was Sunday.
Lost in thought, I arrived home without realizing it. My mother, wearing a white silk dress, was hanging
clothes in the yard. Seeing me, she happily called out, "Xiao Qi's back!"
Chapter 5, An Unexpected Calamity.
My mother had her hair tied in a neat ponytail, wearing a blue off-the-shoulder top with ruffled sleeves .
A silver necklace hung around her smooth neck, with a sparkling heart-shaped pendant dangling between her two high, prominent
breasts. She wore a snow-white silk skirt with frayed edges, revealing her long, slender legs, and
candy-colored slippers. She was tiptoeing as she hung clothes on the hanger.
Because my mother is a yoga instructor, her feet are frequently exercised and maintained. Her two charming little feet appear snow-white
and jade-like, delicate and exquisite, with slender yet full ankles, long and narrow shapes, slightly high arches, beautiful curves
, and a supple, boneless appearance. Her toes are even and neat, like ten slender scallions, with pink, sparkling nail
polish like pearls embedded in her fair toes. Through the delicate, translucent skin of her white insteps, one
can faintly see the tiny blood vessels deep beneath the skin…
I thought to myself, with such a beautiful woman in my family, how could I possibly go and suck her feet and lick her urine? It's truly
shameless. But at the same time, another voice inside me said, "This is your mother, how can you defile her like this?" Even
just thinking about it is wrong.
Sigh, it's such a contradiction.
I walked to my mother's side, smelling the faint scent of violet perfume on her.
I whispered in my mother's ear, "You're so beautiful!"
My mother smiled happily and said, "I'm old now, how can I talk about beauty?"
I said, "Not at all! Last time you brought me clothes to school, all my classmates thought you were my girlfriend
, they were so envious!"
My mother was overjoyed by my praise and giggled, "You flatterer! This shelf is too high, I can't hang it up
, aren't you going to help me hang it up?"
I said, "It can hang up, try it if you don't believe me."
My mother held up the clothes to show me, "It really can't hang up!" So I immediately put my arms around my mother's slender waist,
picked her up, and felt the gentle warmth of her belly without a single ounce of fat in my hands, my face lightly... I pressed my hand
against my mother's breast and said, "I told you I could reach it, now you can."
After hanging up the clothes, my mother said, "Put me down quickly, the neighbors won't look good if they see."
I said, "So what? It's normal for a son to be filial to his mother. Let them be envious!"
My mother gave me a light, flirtatious kiss on the cheek and said, "You're so good. I'm just afraid I'll stop
caring when I get old..."
I looked solemnly into my mother's eyes and said, "No, even if I'm too old to walk, I
'll still love you just as much and I'll take care of you for the rest of my life!"
Seeing my serious expression, my mother chuckled and said, "Look how nervous you are! I believe you! By the way..."
"Have you had breakfast?"
I said I'd eaten at a classmate's house.
Mom said, "You look tired. Did you play games until midnight again last night? Do you want to go to sleep?"
I thought, perfect. Looking at Mom's ample bosom and legs, I'd get all horny later. Teacher Yang is busy today, which
would be a problem. So I took a deep breath of Mom's lazy face and ran into the house.
Mom watched my retreating figure, shook her head with a smile, then her expression turned somewhat lost. I didn't know
whether to be happy or sad... I went into my room, closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, banished the lewd thoughts from my mind, focused on my nose, then my
heart, pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and emptied my breath into my lower abdomen. I skillfully began to practice the exercises I'd done for over a decade.
After about ten minutes, I felt that this practice was different from before. Previously, when I practiced, I only felt my acupoints getting
warm and my Qi overflowing. But this time, not only was the Qi in my Qi Sea stronger, but I also discovered that each acupoint was
connected by fine lines, and I could even slightly control the flow of Qi within these lines.
Yin and Yang in harmony, water and fire in balance—could it be because I absorbed Teacher Yang's Yin fluid? If that's the case, then
wouldn't drinking urine and saliva be able to exercise my body?
Thinking about this, I suddenly became excited, as if I had found a respectable
reason for my lewd behavior of licking genitals and drinking urine. I couldn't wait to find an opportunity to try it, but besides Teacher Yang, it seemed there was no one else I could
experiment on. We don't use chamber pots at home anymore. Could I tell my mother, "Mom, I'm practicing a miraculous skill
, and I need you to urinate for me to drink to replenish my energy..."?
Sigh, thinking about it is useless. I'll do this research another time.
After circulating the Qi for thirty-six cycles, all fatigue vanished, and I felt refreshed. Even so, I decided to take a nap. My grandfather
had taught me that the Sanyinjiao acupoint could aid sleep; I used to press it whenever I couldn't sleep and it would help me fall asleep easily.
Now that I could control the flow of Qi within my body, I figured it would be even more effective. Without further ado, I closed my eyes and lay on the bed
, gently gathering my Qi. Then, I focused my inner vision on my body and felt the meridians. I guided my Qi from my chest to my abdomen, into the Dai Mai
meridian, along the Foot Taiyin Spleen Meridian, and gathered at the Sanyinjiao acupoint…
Sure enough, I slowly drifted off to sleep in no time.
In a hazy dream, I returned to my childhood, to a springtime when my father took me back to our
old home in the countryside for a spring outing. The four of us went to the fields to fly kites. The ground was covered in green grass, and the sky was filled with white
clouds. My father held the kite string in front, while my mother held it high behind. My sister and I followed behind her,
laughing and playing happily. My father tugged on the string and shouted, "Take off!" My mother let go, and my father turned and ran ahead.
I saw the kite soaring higher and higher…
Suddenly, the world went dark. A fierce wind raged, and lightning flashed across the sky. A huge
bolt of lightning struck the kite string, and the kite, now free, swayed wildly. The wind drifted away and disappeared. Then,
a deafening roar followed, and the earth began to tremble. I heard my father scream. Suddenly, a
massive black crack appeared in front of us, rapidly collapsing in our direction. My father, running ahead, couldn't turn back in time, screaming
for us to run… The last thing I saw was the ripped earth, like a demon's gaping maw, swallowing my father whole…
I woke up with a start, drenched in cold sweat. Although I knew it was a dream,
I was still reeling from the terrifying experience. It felt so real, as if I had just experienced it.
A sense of foreboding crept into my heart.
I went out of my room and saw my mother, Miaoman, busy in the kitchen. Everything seemed normal .
Hearing my footsteps, she said, "Xiaoyi, you're awake. Go wash your face and get ready for dinner."
Just then, the living room phone rang. My heart skipped a beat, and my premonition grew stronger.
My mother told me to answer the phone first.
I took a deep breath and picked up the receiver.
"Hello." A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello."
"Hello, is this Xu Yifeng's family?"
"I'm his son."
"Is your mother home?"
"What can I do for you?" I asked back.
There was a slight hesitation on the other end of the phone, followed by a moment of silence. "Son, you need to be prepared. What I'm
telling you now, you should slowly relay to your mother later. Don't let her be too devastated."
After hearing this, I was startled. The dream I had just had resurfaced in my mind. I suppressed my
fear and asked, "Has something happened to my father?"
...
A week later, our family (now only my mother, sister, and I are left) finally began to
recover slightly from the grief of my father's passing. For the past few days, my mother had been locked in her room, crying silently, just sobbing
uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. She wouldn't eat or drink. I asked my sister to cook some porridge and bring it to her room
to feed her spoonful by spoonful. I didn't know how to comfort her.
Although my father was often away from home, and I don't recall having a particularly deep emotional connection with him, he was still
my dad—that kind and loving father. What happened hurt me deeply,
so my sister and I could only stay quietly by my mother's side.
Later, my mother seemed to have come to her senses. She wiped away her tears and calmly said to me, "Xiaoqi, go and rest for a while
. I've thought it through. It'll be alright."
I shook my head.
Mom said, "Actually, after so many years of marriage, your dad was often away from home with us, and I felt
a bit resentful. But because of the nature of his work, I never blamed him. After all, he
sacrificed a lot for this family and truly loved us. So every time he came home, I cherished
the time I spent with him. But he always had to go back to his unit after a few days. I've endured it all these years, but his passing
was so sudden, and I feel so heartbroken."
I put my arm around Mom's shoulder and said earnestly, "Mom, I'm still here. I'll always be with you!"
Mom smiled gratefully; it was the first smile on her face in days.
That day, three imposing guests arrived at our home. The first one, a middle-aged man, entered and politely shook
Mom's hand, introducing himself, "Hello, Mrs. Xu, I never expected you to be so young. I'm from the Ministry of State Security..."
"Director Huang Guocai, I've come specifically to report on your husband's situation. I should
have come after his accident, but due to other factors, I'm only meeting you today,"
my mother said hurriedly. "Thank you, you're too kind. Please sit down and have a cup of tea."
It was during that conversation that we learned that my father was conducting the South China Sea 133# deep-sea research
project. When the submersible reached a depth of 13,699 meters, it suddenly lost contact with the ground. All
equipment had been functioning normally, but the ground control station saw a flash of blue light in the deep sea, and the submersible
disappeared from the monitoring screen. After a 15-day search and rescue operation, not a single trace was found. Finally
, it was confirmed that the 133# submersible had capsized, and all three crew members had died in the line of duty.
Before leaving, Director Huang instructed us to keep the matter a secret, as it involved military secrets and unsolved mysteries,
and not to disclose it to anyone. They handed us a document stating it was a national compensation for the families of those involved in the accident,
which only needed to be submitted to the local civil affairs department; the department would handle the specifics.
Chapter Six: The Director's Secretary
Guan Yaoshi had been resting at home for a month, finally recovering from the grief of losing her husband. After all, she
was a relatively independent and open-minded modern woman, and she also had a beautiful and sensible daughter
, and a handsome and sunny son whom she liked at first sight.
For some reason, whenever she thought of her son, Guan Yaoshi's emotions stirred. An image flashed through her mind: one evening,
she was lying naked in bed wearing only a nightgown, and her son was sitting on a chair beside the bed, fixing a computer while
massaging her feet. In the dim and ambiguous light, her son's nimble and gentle hands
carefully kneaded each of her toes, a tingling, itchy sensation gradually spreading from her toes to her thighs. Guan Yaoshi felt
something trembling below, clearly feeling a slippery secretion from her vagina.
The feeling was incredible, but the other person was her own son, yet she couldn't stop
enjoying it. She even closed her eyes, letting her son's hot hands slowly penetrate deep into her thighs,
those magical hands occasionally brushing against the edge of her sensitive labia.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan, and when her son's fingers traced her forbidden zone again,
she felt a tingling sensation down there, and she couldn't help but climax. Was he doing it on purpose? Would he find out
? Oh God, although she sometimes fantasized about having sex with her son and reaching orgasm while masturbating, this time it was
a real orgasm in her son's hands…
Thinking about it, Guan Yaoshi felt herself getting incredibly wet down there again. Taking a deep breath and calming herself
, Guan Yaoshi checked her makeup in the mirror. Although she was 38, she saw a wrinkle-free
face with delicate, smooth skin. A rose-red halter-neck silk dress revealed her fair, smooth shoulders, high breasts,
deep cleavage, and alluringly rounded buttocks. Fine, glossy black stockings encased her long, shapely legs, and
milky-white high heels accentuated the graceful curves of her feet. Satisfied, she twirled around, radiating
confidence and energy.
She drove to the Aoli Fitness Club, a large, comprehensive club located on the city's most bustling commercial street.
It offered a variety of services including fitness, yoga, dance training, beauty and body treatments, and massage
. Guan Yaoshi was one of the club's three major shareholders and also worked as a senior yoga instructor. Today, she had gone to
the Civil Affairs Bureau to process her husband's pension and stopped by the club to check on things before starting work tomorrow.
During her break, Guan Yaoshi entrusted all her affairs to Ni Yalan, who was
a student in her previous yoga training class. Ni Yalan was petite and charming, quiet yet capable, and good at socializing. So
after graduation, Guan Yaoshi kept her at the club and trained her to be a capable assistant.
After greeting the receptionist upstairs, Guan Yaoshi went straight to Ni Yalan's office, knocked, and entered. Ni Yalan
was looking at student data in her office. Seeing Guan Yaoshi, she greeted her warmly and cheerfully, "Sister Shi," and asked Guan Yaoshi to
sit down. She then turned to make coffee. Guan Yaoshi looked at Ni Yalan's swaying hips and praised, "It's been a few days
, and Xiaolan's figure is getting more and more charming."
Yalan smiled shyly and said, "Sister Shi, don't tease me. These days you've been away, and I can still attract
some attention. When you're here, which man in the whole club doesn't only have eyes for you and nothing else
... With such a big incident, why didn't you rest for a few more days, Sister Shi?"
"Sigh, life goes on no matter what. Staying cooped up at home all day is not as good as coming to the company. With you sisters
around, I'm not so sad and lonely." After chatting for a while and getting a grasp of the club's recent situation, she told Yalan
to come to work tomorrow, and then drove directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
From the documents left by Director Huang of the National Security Bureau, it was learned that her husband was entitled to a house, family pension
insurance, job placement, and a cash compensation of 2 million yuan for this accident, all of which could be allocated by the local civil affairs department.
Arriving at the Civil Affairs Bureau, after completing the relevant procedures, the final step required the director's signature and seal.
Reaching the director's office on the third floor, Guan Yaoshi knocked on the door. After a short wait,
the sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from inside. A pretty young woman in her early twenties, wearing glasses and with slightly disheveled hair, opened the door.
She said coquettishly, "Director Wang, I'll be going now. I'll come back to report to you later..."
Director Wang, about forty years old, slightly overweight, and with balding hair, squinted at Guan Yaoshi,
his eyes gleaming, staring intently at her slender legs. Guan Yaoshi felt a surge of disdain.
She introduced herself, explained her purpose, and handed the documents to Director Wang.
After reading the documents, Director Wang took a sip of tea, his lecherous gaze lingering on Guan Yaoshi's breasts. Speaking
in an official tone, "Xiao Shi, your situation is a bit complicated. I can't approve this document yet;
several departments need to coordinate first. How about this: leave the document here, and give
me your phone number. I'll contact you when it's done." He then took the opportunity, while handing Guan Yaoshi a pen, to touch her delicate hand.
Guan Yaoshi had questions, but didn't want to confront him directly. She left her number, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Director Wang
," and took her leave. As she turned around, she noticed the trash can next to her desk was full of wads of toilet paper.
There was even a black stocking tucked into her clothes. Thinking of Director Wang's lecherous, lewd behavior, and how he casually ate tofu
, she felt a wave of disgust and left without looking back.
Director Wang watched Yao Shi's shapely figure disappear from sight, a lewd smile spreading across his face. He thought to himself: This woman
is too much to my liking—beautiful and sexy. She dares to be so arrogant in front of me even though she needs something. I have to get her and "
teach her a lesson." No woman I, Wang Song, want to play with can escape my grasp.
Thinking this, his pent-up lust rekindled, pressing uncomfortably against his pants. He quickly called Ma Li
, unhesitatingly unbuckled his belt, pulled out his large, black penis with one hand, and
opened a drawer with the other, inhaling deeply the color-blocked panties he had just pulled from Ma Li's crotch.
A moment later, Ma Li knocked on the door and entered, locking it behind her.
Seeing Wang Song smelling her panties, she said coquettishly, "Brother Song, you're so naughty."
Wang Song stroked his penis and said, "Xiao Li, come over here and help me relieve my fire. That bitch was too domineering."
Ma Li pouted and snorted, "Brother Song, you're thinking about other women, but you want to take advantage of Xiao Li. No way~"
Wang Song grinned lewdly and said, "Good girl Xiao Li, that girl is pretty, but she's not as good as your little mouth."
Ma Li swayed her hips and walked over. Wang Song took off her glasses and pressed her head down. Ma
Li obediently swallowed his penis and licked and sucked it, making smacking sounds. At this moment, Ma Li's buttocks
arched high. Wang Song then lifted Ma Li's narrow skirt. Her stockings and panties had already been removed, and now there was nothing else underneath
. Lifting it up, he saw two plump and white buttocks. They were so tender and soft to the touch, and the feel was exceptionally comfortable
. He grabbed them a few times.
Wang Song then used his fingers to pry open the cleft between her buttocks, slipping two fingers inside. It was warm and smooth inside, with vaginal
fluid gushing out. He gently pressed the back of his hand against the two thick, wet labia, while his thumb pressed against the clitoris at the end of the cleft
and flicked it back and forth. Ma Li was already aroused and burning with lust. She twisted her buttocks from side to side, her buttocks clamping Wang Song's large hand,
making humming sounds, and she even used her tongue to wrap around his penis and swallow it down her throat.
Wang Song felt a tightness in his glans as it pressed against the esophageal mucosa at the end of Ma Li's mouth. Unable to hold back any longer, he ejaculated
, several spurts of semen shooting deep into Ma Li's esophagus. Ma Li suppressed the nausea of swallowing the foreign object,
pursing her lips to swallow the gradually softening penis, gulping down the mouthful of semen. It tasted both fishy and thick.
After swallowing, she first sucked the penis clean, then used her long tongue to wipe away the remaining semen and saliva from the corners of her mouth. Then
she looked at Wang Song with a lustful and resentful gaze.
Wang Song understood, gave an awkward smile, and said, "Brother isn't in good shape today. Come on, lie on the table and I'll suck it for you."
Ma Li smiled shyly, quickly pulled her skirt up to her waist, climbed onto the desk, knelt on it, and bent over towards Wang Song
, her legs spread in an M shape. Ma Li's vulva was shaved clean and hairless, making it appear even whiter and pinker. Her mons pubis
was high and raised, her labia thick and fluffy, and her clitoris was prominently erect, like a pearl. Wang Song dragged a chair to
the table, his fat face close to her plump buttocks, carefully admiring the beauty before him. He gently
flicked her clitoris with his finger, and Ma Li trembled slightly. Then, a sticky fluid oozed from her vulva. Wang Song picked up
a drop of the fluid and held it to Ma Li's face. Ma Li licked it clean like a dog, and Wang Song laughed wildly.
Ma Li said, "Brother, hurry up."
Wang Song said, "Don't rush, I'll take my time. I can still get back to work later and we can have another round." After saying that, he
pinched her labia and pulled them apart, then used his tongue to scrape the pink flesh inside. He first
licked the labia minora back and forth, then occasionally gently licked the clitoris with his mouth, and sometimes
gently sucked on the slightly open urethra, and then inserted his tongue into the vagina and stirred it around...
Wang Song was originally lustful and lewd, and over the years he had been indulging in debauchery. His penis had long been weak and could not last long. His
skills relied entirely on his mouth and tongue. Although Ma Li was naturally wanton, she was still naive. She had only been transferred
to Wang Song as his secretary half a year ago, and Wang Song had only deflowered her three months ago. How could she withstand such an onslaught? She moaned
repeatedly, her mind lost in passion, only knowing to keep twisting her big buttocks.
Wang Song slowly moved his tongue upwards, licking and pressing it forcefully against Ma Li's narrow perineum a few times. Then, he suddenly curled his tongue upwards,
sweeping it across Ma Li's small, wrinkled anus. Ma Li cried out "Ah!" and her anus contracted slightly. She said,
"Brother Chong, you're so good at this..."
Wang Song chuckled and said, "I have even more amazing tricks up my sleeve. Relax and enjoy, little sister." He then stuck his tongue out and
probed wildly into the center of her anus, making Ma Li tremble and moan with pleasure.
Wang Song glanced at the table and saw a glue bottle, not too big or too small, protruding in the front and wide at the back, covered
with vertical lines. A thought struck him, and he picked it up and inserted it into Ma Li's plump vagina. Ma Li shuddered and said,
"Brother Chong, what are you doing? What are you stuffing in like that? Don't hurt my vagina!"
Wang Song said, "This thing of yours is flexible and slippery, feel free to insert it." He then pinched the end of the bottle and began to thrust it rapidly in and out of her vagina. A gurgling sound was heard inside, and 　　a large puddle
of fluid dripped onto the table . 　　Ma Li, in ecstasy, swayed her large buttocks back and forth, constantly praising Chong Ge's skill. Wang Song, feeling smug, 　　licked and thrust even more vigorously at Ma Li's anus. Ma Li gradually adapted to the stimulation of her rear, and her anus began to slowly 　　relax. Wang Song curled his tongue and forcefully drilled it into the hole, his tongue actually penetrating an inch into the anus, where it was 　　tightly gripped by the surrounding sphincter muscles... 　　After licking and thrusting like this for a while, his tongue felt both sore and astringent. Seeing Ma Li's frenzied intoxication, he pulled out the 　　glue bottle covered in her vaginal fluid and pressed it against Ma Li's anus with a little force. Ma Li let out a long groan, trying to struggle, but Wang Song 　　pushed it in forcefully, the entire glue bottle disappearing into Ma Li's anus, stretching her bright red anus until it 　　swelled up. Ma Li felt a slight pain in her anus, followed by a swollen and numb 　　sensation in her rectum, a feeling she couldn't quite describe. Then, a surge of urge to defecate welled up inside her. Frowning, she said, "Song-ge, what are you doing? It's making me feel so uncomfortable..." 　　Wang Song's penis was already erect again. He told Ma Li to bear with it for a moment longer, then quickly pulled down his trousers, stood 　　on the chair, and, holding his semi-erect penis, began thrusting it wildly into Ma Li's vagina, feeling the gel-like substance through her vaginal walls.

The water bottle moved back and forth inside Ma Li's rectum. Under the stimulation from both ends, Ma Li screamed, her whole body convulsed,
and her vaginal fluid gushed out. Wang Song's glans, inside, was drenched in the hot fluid, feeling both itchy and numb. He wanted to thrust a few more times
, but he was too weak and had to give in.
After finishing and cleaning up, Ma Li said, "What should I do with the glue bottle still inside? It feels numb and swollen, and I feel like
I need to defecate." Wang Song chuckled and said, "If you can hold it until the end of the workday, I'll immediately promote you to office manager."
Ma Li's eyes lit up, and she excitedly said, "Are you serious?"
Wang Song reached into Ma Li's anus and forcefully dug, pushing the glue bottle deep inside, assuring her, "Don't
worry!"
Chapter Seven: The Beautiful Mother Drugged
In the evening, Guan Yaoshi wandered alone along the riverside promenade. The lingering heat of the daytime sun was slowly fading
, and a gentle breeze carrying cool water vapor lightly tousled her hair. Watching
couples stroll by, a wave of loneliness washed over her.
She thought of her husband again. Xu Yifeng was undoubtedly a good husband—filial to his parents, responsible to his family, and incredibly
caring and attentive to her. She thought she should be a good wife too, virtuous at home and shrewd outside. If it weren't for this unexpected turn
of events, perhaps her life would have continued peacefully, uneventfully and contentedly. Her only regret was that her husband
couldn't be with her often, leaving her somewhat physically unsatisfied.
A passing radio station played a classic old song… Who would explain why? A smile had already swept it all
away. Live happily without holding grudges, sing a song of joy for today, let your heart absorb new happiness, and open
your heart in the evening breeze… After quietly listening to the song “Laughing at the Wind and Clouds,” the past passed by like smoke in her heart. Yes,
life is short, and everyone should pursue happiness and joy. Guan Yaoshi’s heart, which had been heavy, suddenly eased
, and she secretly told herself, “I must be happier than before.”
The gentle ringtone of her cell phone woke Guan Yaoshi from her thoughts. It was an unfamiliar number, and
a middle-aged man’s voice answered.
“Xiaoshi, hello, this is Wang Song.”
Guan Yaoshi realized that the other party was Director Wang from the Civil Affairs Bureau. “Hello, Director Wang.”
“It’s like this, regarding your compensation document, I’ve arranged an appointment with the person in charge of the relevant department for you.
Come to ‘Golden Years’ for dinner now, just to go through the motions, and I’ll take care of it for you afterwards.”
Guan Yaoshi had no suspicions. She thought that this Wang Song, despite his seemingly sleazy appearance, was quite efficient, so she politely
accepted the appointment.
The Golden Ages was a comprehensive star-
rated entertainment club integrating dining, guest rooms, entertainment, and leisure. Wang Song was waiting in the club's elegant lobby when Guan Yaoshi entered. He quickly stood up,
smiling broadly, and shook hands with her, saying, "Welcome, beautiful Guan! It's an honor to dine with such a beauty
." As he spoke, he used his other hand to caress Guan Yaoshi's soft hand, his eyes fixed
on the deep white cleavage revealed by her lace bra below her neckline.
Guan Yaoshi gently pulled her hand away, saying, "Not at all, Director Wang, you're too kind."
Wang Song realized his gaze had been somewhat inappropriate and coughed awkwardly. "The room has been arranged; let's
go up together." He then followed a waitress to a luxurious private room on the fifth floor. The room was
warmly decorated and romantically decorated, with several exquisite dishes on the marble table and a bottle of fine red wine already
opened.
Guan Yaoshi was a little puzzled as she didn't see any other guests. Wang Song waved away the waitress, smiling broadly as he said he
had something come up and couldn't make it, but the matter had been taken care of. He explained that he had invited her here today mainly to get to know the beautiful Guan and make
friends. Guan Yaoshi was somewhat displeased that Wang Song had made an excuse to invite her out, but she was used to these kinds of social engagements, so she
gracefully sat down. After casually eating a few bites of appetizers and sipping some red wine, Guan Yaoshi directly cut to the chase
.
Wang Song averted his burning gaze from Guan Yaoshi's lustrous chest, gave an awkward laugh, and said, "I did
n't invite you here today for any other reason. Ever since I met Miss Guan today, I've been deeply captivated by your beauty, and I especially
wanted to find an opportunity to get to know you. I'm deeply honored that you accepted my invitation, Yaoshi."
Guan Yaoshi smiled faintly, "Thank you for your kind invitation, Director Wang. Please help me get the important business done first."
Wang Song saw Guan Yaoshi's smile bloom like seaweed, her shoulders trembling slightly as her ample breasts rose and fell with
it, and a surge of lust rose in his lower abdomen. His penis twitched twice in his pants, and he quickly picked up his wine
glass and urged Guan Yaoshi to take another sip. After she finished, he would naturally return the document to her.
Guan Yaoshi had no idea that Wang Song had already mixed a potent aphrodisiac into the wine. She only wanted to get things done as quickly as possible
, and relying on her decent alcohol tolerance, she drank it all with Wang Song in one gulp.
After drinking the drug, she felt a wave of intoxication wash over her, and a series of erotic thoughts arose in her mind. The most vivid memory was
of her son's fingers subtly penetrating her vagina during the massage that day. Thinking this, she felt her mouth
dry, her body burning, and a warm liquid began to well up deep within her vagina, soaking a large patch of her delicate
black stockings along the edge of her soft panties. Wang Song's large face gradually transformed into her son's handsome features, and she only wanted
to rush over and passionately unite with him.
Just as Guan Yaoshi was about to lose her senses, her phone, which she always carried close to her body, vibrated slightly. Out of
convenience and habit, Guan Yaoshi always kept her phone in her inner pocket of her shirt. This vibration briefly brought her back to her senses
, making her realize that Wang Song had drugged her. However, she was too weak to call for help, so she could only
quietly press the answer button, resigning herself to fate.
At this moment, Wang Song saw Guan Yaoshi's face flushed red, her phoenix eyes revealing a seductive charm, her slender legs crossed and gently twisting, and her soft panting
. He knew the drug was taking effect and the time was ripe. He secretly praised the "Aphrodisiac Powder" he bought from India, saying it was indeed remarkably effective
. It could make even the chaste Deng Yujiao as wanton as Pan Jinlian; it never failed. He chuckled lewdly, stepped forward
, and pulled Guan Yaoshi into his arms, groping her all over. He felt her full, soft breasts and plump, elastic buttocks,
and then opened his mouth wide to suckle at her lips.
In her dazed state, Guan Yaoshi, with the last vestige of consciousness, said into the phone, "You're drugging and raping me..."
"My son knew I was on the fifth floor of Golden Years and was coming to pick me up." Losing all sense of self, she felt only her son Xu
Qi's small mouth approaching hers, and eagerly began to suckle.
Wang Songyuan, one of the behind-the-scenes shareholders of Golden Years, had made preparations beforehand. Guan Yaoshi's arrival
was like meat on a chopping block, completely at his mercy. Seeing that the drug was taking effect and she wouldn't wake up for several hours
, he remained calm. He supported Guan Yaoshi's back with one hand, and with the other, he slipped his hand inside her bra
, grasping one of her breasts and gently pinching the small, jade-like nipple, slowly playing with it. His long tongue penetrated deep into Guan Yaoshi's smooth mouth, teasing her teeth and sucking the nectar from her mouth like fine wine, 　　making smacking sounds
as he drank . 　　In a daze, Guan Yaoshi only felt her son, Xu Qi, embracing and kissing her. She felt both joy and shyness 　　, her lower body unbearably itchy, and she only hoped her son would fulfill her desires quickly. With her eyes closed, she breathed heavily, her lower body overflowing with desire. 　　In a daze, she felt herself being pushed onto the carpet. Her clothes were stripped off, and a sticky mouth took 　　her nipple into its mouth, the tongue swirling around the areola. The tongue then slid across her chest, 　　pausing briefly at her navel before pressing against her groin. Her tight-fitting skirt was slowly pulled down, and the long tongue followed her groin 　　, through her stockings and panties, hooking and pressing against her vulva, drawing the overflowing fluid from her honeypot 　　into its mouth, swallowing it mouthful by mouthful. 　　Guan Yaoshi fantasized that her son had allowed her to perform oral sex on her lower body, and she was completely absorbed in it. Her legs 　　tightly clamped Wang Song's head between her thighs, and she frantically thrust her lower body, hoping that his tongue could penetrate her panties and reach 　　deep into her vagina to relieve the itch. 　　Wang Song swallowed a few mouthfuls of nectar, grabbed Guan Yaoshi's stockings and pulled them 　　down, tearing them off along with her panties. He saw several soft pubic hairs evenly distributed below Guan Yaoshi's groin, her two vulva mounds high and erect, like 　　freshly steamed buns. A thin slit in the middle was slightly open, and a pea-sized clitoris 　　stood erect above it. Below, pools of vaginal fluid gathered, flowing down her perineum and converging into her small, scarlet 　　anus, which resembled a daisy. 　　This scene made Wang Songqing swallow hard, swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva mixed with Guan Yaoshi's secretions. He turned Guan Yaoshi over 　　, making her kneel on the ground with her round buttocks sticking out. He pursed his lips and kissed Guan Yaoshi's anus, sucking 　　the love juice into his mouth before forcefully probing the entrance with his tongue. At first, he felt Guan Yaoshi's anus tighten and 　　loosen, feeling incredibly tight. After licking it a few times, he felt the anus gradually relax. Then, he tightly enveloped 　　the folds with his lips and sucked deeply, actually turning Guan Yaoshi's anus inside out. 　　He then pressed his tongue in forcefully, and his tongue was rolled into the sphincter muscles around Guan Yaoshi's anus 　　. It was tight and slippery, so he quickly took the opportunity to frantically stir his tongue inside Guan Yaoshi's rectum. He felt that even 　　the feces of a beautiful woman were a delicacy, slowly savoring them. It took a long time before he withdrew his tongue from Guan Yaoshi's anus. 　　Guan Yaoshi felt her anus being frantically licked and pressed by her son's skillful tongue. It was a sensation she 　　had never experienced during sex with her husband before—a mixture of shame, itchiness, and numbness, indescribably wonderful. She felt wave after wave of orgasm about to 　　wash over her when suddenly those moist lips enveloped her anus and sucked hard. She felt her anus being 　　forced open by the suction, like the satisfying feeling of defecating. Then, a soft, long tongue slid 　　into her rectum through her open anus, the tip of the tongue swirling around it. Just as the tongue withdrew from her anus 　　, her vagina spasmed, she cried out, and a stream of golden urine shot out from her urethra. 　　Wang Song was just about to slip his tongue out of Guan Yaoshi's anus when he felt her smooth buttocks twitch. 　　He saw her vulva, like a slit in a steamed bun, open and close. Then, Guan Yaoshi screamed, and a stream of golden urine 　　gushed from deep within her. Wang Song, not wanting to waste a single drop, opened his mouth wide and caught it… 　　(To be continued 　　)

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