My mother's lover

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I love erotic novels and have collected many, but unfortunately, I lost most of them 　　during several moves. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, thinking of them is heartbreaking.
A while ago, while sorting through my old books, I found it. The joy of finding it again is indescribable. I vaguely remember
buying it at a used bookstore in Taipei. Judging from its appearance, it looks like an old woman's quilt—very old! Publisher:
Hong Kong Global Publishing Company, price: HK$5 per copy. According to the translator Mr. Yang's preface, it was completed in January 1962
, so the publication date should be around that time. Wow! 1962! Many of those reading this weren't even born yet!
Hehe! Hehe! "
Mother's Lover" was said to be a very popular novel among young students at the time,
a world-famous classic that even those who had never read it were very familiar with! The style, writing, and descriptions of the scenes in this book
are quite different from the numerous Japanese-style Chinese erotic novels that have been published since. Based on the principle of "good things should be shared with good friends," I have, despite
my limited knowledge, revised and reproduced it word for word for the benefit of fellow enthusiasts. I hope you will enjoy it, and please
feel free to offer your corrections!
If you like it, please give me a heart to show your support! Thank you!
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Prologue
Translator's Note: The author of this article, Gloria Schard, is an eighteen-year-old French girl
majoring in sex psychology at the University of Paris. In recent years, she has written
several stories about her sexual relationship with her mother with her innocent and charming writing style. Her descriptions are bold and detailed, making her a popular figure in the field of sex psychology research in Europe, and she is even called "the
second Sagang." The author of novels such as "Shagang" (which is also the source of the film "Jade Pavilion Spring Robbery") and "A Smile's Fate") is an 18-year-old
French prodigy, renowned internationally for her bold and revealing writing style. [
Her mother, Delilah Chad, is 35 years old, strikingly beautiful, and famously alluring; she is currently the wealthiest and
most glamorous young widow in Europe.
She comes from a prestigious family, being the daughter of sexologist Dr. Kinsey. From a young age, she was steeped in family tradition, and as she grew up,
she became a prominent figure. After the death of her husband, oil tycoon David Chad, she and her daughter lived in a villa in the Rivera, actively participating
in social circles, attracting numerous wealthy businessmen and politicians from Europe and America.
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Part One:
To catch the Rivera summer vacation, I asked Professor B in my department if I could
fly home before the final exams. Professor B then privately winked at me and said:
"So, you don't care about your final exam credits?"
"How can you say no?"
I gave him a lewd look and said,
"I'll buy you a beer tonight, and after we're done, come to your dorm and I'll let you calculate my total grades! How
about that, dear professor?"
He couldn't possibly say no. His lecherous face, his eyes like those of a dead fish,
were fixed on my high breasts and my plump mons pubis, framed by my tight pants. I gave him
another seductive wink, then drove to the travel agency to buy plane tickets. Tomorrow noon I could enjoy myself with my mother
.
That night, I took the beer and a book on the art of sex and entered Professor B's bedroom.
This middle-aged, solitary Sicilian man was quite the lecher. He was already lying naked
on the sofa, his grotesque penis pointing straight up. As soon as he saw me come in, he pounced on me
, grabbing me tightly. In a flash, he had stripped me naked. "That was easy," he said. "I was only wearing a
low-cut floral dress. Following my mother's tradition, I don't wear underwear. He just had to pull
down the zipper at my waist, and my body was completely exposed."
Seeing his panting, I couldn't help but chuckle. I said,
"Professor! Can't you wait to have a few beers before coming in?"
"I'm getting impatient!"
he said. "Look how hard it is, honestly, if you don't let me put it in
your vagina soon, I'm going to start masturbating!"
He looked as pitiful as a starving stray dog, kneeling down and hugging me, kissing my chest and belly repeatedly, even trying
to kiss my vulva.
I picked up his not-so-impressive penis to take a look! Ah! There was a corner chipped at the tip of the glans.
Seeing that strange shape, my heart sank. I said,
"Professor, how did it get like this?"
He proudly held it up and said,
"Once I raped a Corsican shrew, and she refused me with a scout knife..."
"She originally wanted to cut you off at the root!"
I smiled.
"Yes, luckily I pulled back quickly and only lost a little bit."
"But a man's penis needs to be intact for it to be good. During intercourse, if the glans isn't fully enlarged,
it won't be stimulating enough."
"Enough, enough!" He panted as he spread my legs, trying to insert himself into my vagina,
saying breathlessly ,
"I still have a lot of energy. I'm sure I can satisfy you."
I closed my legs, stopping him from saying,
"However, Professor, why don't you get married? If you were married, wouldn't you be able to do whatever you want day and night
?"
"I've been married, but those women all left me one after another."
He said dejectedly,
"Why? Aren't you a very sexy man?"
"I don't have the ability to last long during intercourse. Often, just when they're in the middle of their passion, I give up."
He said, lowering his head in shame, his penis going limp and shrinking.
As I expected, most men with sexual impulses are like this. True masculine beauty
resides in men who appear aloof and composed.
But facing the poor professor, I had only gone along with him to cheat for my credits, so I couldn't care
less. Anyway, once I got back to Rivera's house, a life of lavish and luxurious sex would be my for the taking.
So I hugged the professor and comforted him, saying,
"Dear professor, you underestimate yourself. You're still a vigorous man. Look
how big your penis is!"
I took his penis and rubbed it in my palm; it became erect again, and the professor's eyes regained
their previous fire. I threw myself into his arms and continued:
"Then please do your best on me! Don't forget I'm still an eighteen-year-old girl, you should be able to
make me cry with pleasure!"
I said, spreading my legs wide. The professor, like a mad beast, used his engorged penis to penetrate me
. His penis was so delicately short that, despite his best efforts, I couldn't feel any pleasure. He
only thrust rapidly a dozen times, and before we even changed positions, he ejaculated. It was extremely
ordinary from beginning to end, nothing worth writing about, but his revival was quite fast.
As I flipped through the art of sex I had brought, while he rested on my breasts to recover his strength,
I had only read a few pages when his penis became hard again inside my vagina. So he thrust wildly again, and after only
a dozen or so times, he ejaculated again.
He had sex with me intermittently four times in a row. As dawn approached, we got up, drank beer,
ate some snacks, and had sex twice more. Finally, he fell asleep amidst some incoherent whispers of love. I
pushed him away like a corpse, covered him with a sheet, and hurriedly washed up and dressed.
He had been with me all night, but I felt no satisfaction whatsoever; only the tingling
and itching inside and out from his thrusting made my desire to go home intensify.
Yes, just being home, just watching my mother having sex with men, was enough to
fuel my lustful fantasies. As I combed my hair in front of the mirror, I imagined Uncle John's magnificent physique, the black singer Charles's
virility, and my beloved Butler.
Butler was the most desirable of my travel companions; he possessed everything Uncle John and Charles had, and
what they lacked: he had vibrant youth.
I muttered to myself, "Will they come this year? Or have they already come, and are they already living at home
enjoying themselves with Mom?"
I left a note under Professor B's pillow that read:
"Dear Professor B... last night you gave me six thrusts, a total of ninety-six. Ninety-six, that's my
total credit for the final exam. Please fill out the report card and send it back to my house. I'll be a little late when next semester starts,
but I promise to give you a new record of nude dance. I'll come and teach you how to dance, and give you a good beating
... Greta."
After leaving the professor's bedroom, I drove back to the women's dormitory to get some odds and ends, changed into my most
fashionable and sexy travel clothes, and went to the airport to catch the nine o'clock flight to Rivera.
Shortly after takeoff, having not slept well all night, I drifted off to sleep.
The plane landed at Marseille airport, and the turbulence of landing woke me from my deep sleep. I immediately found myself
lying in a man's arms. He seemed to have been touching me all the way, his palm
rubbing my nipples through my clothes, making me feel itchy and tingly all over. I immediately sat up with a start, about to adjust my wig
, when—ah!—it was Uncle John!
"Oh! Uncle John! What are you doing here?"
I exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes! I boarded from Orléans."
He was all smiles. He had gained some weight since last year, but he seemed even more charming as a middle-aged man. Yes
, someone like him, successful and wealthy, who had experienced and seen everything, was truly a combination of God and the devil
, overflowing with vitality.
His skin was ruddy, his expression deep, and his lower body looked large and powerful. No wonder Mom welcomed him to our house
for vacation every year. A subtle pang of jealousy shot through me, and I immediately frowned, sneering,
"Uncle John, you're so indecent! Why have you been touching me like that the whole way?"
"Haha..."
Caught off guard by my outburst, his face flushed even more.
"Actually, Grace..."
he continued, grinning,
"Actually, if I didn't caress you like this, you definitely wouldn't sleep so well. Grace, your figure is so beautiful
, even better than your mother's."
I gave him a flirtatious wink.
"Of course I'm prettier than my mother. I'm eighteen this year, but Uncle John, give me a break.
You're more than half my age..."
"Yes, that's why I know more than young people. If you don't believe me, just ask your nanny.
I guarantee that if I didn't come to the Rivera for vacation, your nanny wouldn't have been able to spend the summer."
I spat at him, but I truly believed in my heart that my mother loved him more than Charles or any other
lover...
We got off the plane and boarded a train bound for Nice. The train would travel along the entire French Riviera before reaching
the Rivera.
Uncle John and I sat in the same seat the whole way. His right hand was always behind my back, embracing me.
Because my clothes were tight and thin, the warmth of his palm felt like caressing my skin
.
He then touched my nipples and teased my genitals along my lower abdomen. I knew it wasn't
something an elder should do, but his "touching technique" was so subtle that it made my whole body feel hot
. The chair was well-insulated, so even if I unzipped my pants and let him touch me to his heart's content,
no one would see.
"Uncle John! What did you bring this year?"
I leaned halfway into his arms. I knew his methods of pleasure with my mother went beyond mere genital
contact. For example, last year he brought a mysterious gift for her, though I never saw what it was.
But it was always something they used to enhance their sex life.
As we were talking, my hand accidentally touched his enormous member between his legs. Its imposing size made my heart
pound. It was two or three times thicker and longer than Professor B's or any of the male classmates I had met at school. Uncle John saw my
naivety and smiled knowingly.
“Of course I brought some new stuff,”
he said .
“But it’s only for the wet nurse to enjoy. You’re still young, you don’t need it!”
“Ugh! I won’t stand for it, Uncle John, you’re underestimating me, I’m still just a child,”
I said coquettishly.
“Look!”
I held up the roll of art about sex in front of him and said,
“I’ve already done quite a bit of research on this stuff!”
Uncle John took it and glanced at the printout quickly, then smiled and said,
“That’s all very childish stuff!”
He wiped his lips with his hand and said,
“Actually, the art of sex is very difficult to understand. It requires a high degree of indulgence on both sides, deep restraint,
sustained emotion, and a tight connection of the genitals…”
When he talked about the tight connection of the genitals, he used his hands to demonstrate the connection of male and female genitals and thrust in and out
a few times.
I thought he would continue to give me this wonderful lesson, but he stopped and took out
a cigar from his pocket to smoke. What a lecherous old man!
“Have you had any particularly impressive works at school this semester?”
he suddenly asked me.
"Oh! No need to say anymore!"
I suddenly remembered the miserable scene with Professor B last night, feeling both nauseous and amused. So,
I poured out the whole story to Uncle John, even describing the smallest grievances. He listened and burst
into laughter.
"Professors are all bad at handling things,"
he said smugly, stretching in his chair. Then he leaned closer and whispered,
"They're passionate but lack nutrition and stamina. Their weakness is legendary.
Grace, it took her six rounds to get ninety-six thrusts, poor thing! The
night I said 'goodbye' to my nanny last year, we played for two hours on our last try, and we only went in and out twice a minute!"
Yes, Uncle John had truly hit the nail on the head: slow, delicate, persistent, and ecstatic—that was indeed
the highest philosophy of sexology!
My heart was pounding with desire from his words, and I felt a little fluid seeping from my genitals. I was so aroused that I almost wanted to ask
Uncle John to come to the restroom with me so he could have some fun with me. So I patted his crotch and stood up, saying,
"My pants are wet. Would you like to come to the restroom with me?"
But he just gave me a knowing look and said,
"We're only one stop away from home. I think you should go home and change!"
Good heavens! How difficult it is for us women to seduce a suitable man when we're in a hurry!
So I walked towards the restroom, feeling rather embarrassed. If my pants got too wet, I wouldn't be
able to leave the station, especially since I wasn't wearing anything underneath.
When we arrived in Rivera, it was already around 11 a.m. The servant, Sino, was already waiting for us in the car
. Uncle John and I sat in the car, and we drove through the city center along the seaside road towards home.
The sun was shining brightly, and the beach was packed with tens of thousands of men and women from all over the world,
vacationing there. Their clothing was extremely revealing, and many couples were embracing and kissing under parasols
. Everywhere you looked, there was a vibrant scene of passion.
They all yearned for sexual contact, but constrained by the presence of so many people,
they could only clung to each other and fantasize. Many, unable to suppress their desires, ended up jumping into the sea to cool off.
I felt incredibly fortunate to have joined this joyous group. Yes, my family belonged to this group, and
it seemed as if this group entirely belonged to my family.
Indeed, among those millions of tourists, I wondered how many handsome men were my mother's
friends or would become our friends.
I really wanted to stop the car, take off my shirt and trousers, and plunge naked into the crowd to have some fun. I asked Uncle John,
"Do you think my mother is swimming on the beach right now?"
"No, she's probably still at home. Charles came last week; I saw him off at the airport in New York
. And my dear Butler—the day before yesterday, when I was crossing the Brazilian coast, he and his father caught
a flight to Marseille in Rio de Janeiro. They're all waiting for you at home."
"Ah! Butler, my lovely Latin lover!"
I thought of Butler's magnificent body; this time he really was going to be my savior! In short, as soon as I stepped into
the house, I wanted him to relieve my sexual frustration, which had been burning for thirty-six hours.
"Drive faster, Sino, I'm starving!"
I urged the servant.
Uncle John and I exchanged a knowing smile, and then he took the opportunity to caress my genitals. I opened
my legs for him to touch.
As soon as we got home, after Mom and I kissed, she and Uncle John fell into a passionate embrace. She
pressed her half-naked, voluptuous body against his chest, stretching her pale neck, half-closing her watery
eyes, and bringing her cherry lips to his. He kissed her, a wild and provocative kiss. Uncle John
's hands initially circled Mom's full buttocks, but as the kiss grew more intense, he reached over and caressed
Mom's genitals. Mom's hips writhed, her waist swayed, and her long, fleshy legs trembled, as if she couldn't bear
the tickling.
This kiss lasted for a good minute or so. I couldn't resist the urge, so I gestured to Butler, who was sitting next to me,
to kiss me like that. But he was so young and naive, so I could only imitate how Uncle John kissed Mom,
and I took the initiative to reach over and tease his genitals.
At that moment, Charles, a Black man, was sitting in the hall, singing and playing the piano. His singing was full of
sexual provocation; perhaps he had already had his fill of pleasure with his mother these past few days. He watched Uncle John's
wild advances on his mother, completely unmoved. Yes, this detached indifference was precisely the kind of attitude found in our little group.
Our best pact is that we will never have those outdated notions of devotion, possession, or fidelity in love; we
are purely the most thorough hedonists!
Mom prepared a very lavish lunch, with seafood, rare game, strong liquor, and other
highly stimulating foods.
It was, of course, Mom's way of entertaining Uncle John. After lunch, everyone sat in the living room. I knew Mom wanted to get rid of
Charles and me, because since lunchtime she had been constantly flirting with Uncle John. So, I made an excuse to
go swimming at the beach with Butler, and we left them.
Butler and I walked hand in hand towards my bedroom. Of course, he knew what I meant, so
as soon as we entered, he locked the door behind him and hurriedly began to undress. I was also unzipping my shirt, and
in an instant, we were naked facing each other. Butler pounced on me, pinning me to the bed, panting,
"Gree, I love you so much, I've missed you so much. I've been waiting for you here for three whole days and nights."
"Enough with the small talk, Butler!"
I said, gripping his penis tightly.
"Quickly get your penis as hard and thick as possible, then thrust it in hard. Don't worry about the pain,
I'm dying of thirst!"
Bo was young and vigorous; as soon as he saw me naked, his penis was already erect. With my
ministrations, it was throbbing hard. I had already opened my vagina wide, and he
grabbed my breasts tightly, forcefully thrusting his six-inch-long member into my labia. My God
, this made me dizzy with pleasure. I suspected my vaginal opening had been torn open, but before I could even
process it, Botler began his vigorous thrusting.
He straddled me, his massive body pressing down on me, frantically pulling his penis in and
out of my vagina. After a hundred or so thrusts, I was already gushing with lustful fluids.
Butler suddenly lifted me up, and in his arms, his penis subtly
penetrated my labia from beneath my buttocks. He wrapped his arms around my breasts, and I desperately squeezed my vulva downwards to allow
his penis to penetrate deeper.
Butler was truly astonishing in this new technique; each time he struck my sensitive spot,
I cried out in pleasure. Every thrust and withdrawal, every teasing and manipulating motion, sent shivers down my spine.
But then I suddenly remembered that the book on the art of sex had mentioned that if the method of intercourse was correct
, the woman could experience a kind of ecstatic pleasure. Therefore, I resolved
to seek that blissful experience with Butler. So I happily and wholeheartedly cooperated with him; when he withdrew, I gripped
his penis tightly with my vagina, and when he thrust in, I thrust back against him with equal force.
Then we changed to a side-lying position, but that wasn't exciting enough. So I sat on the edge of the bed, spread my legs, and
had Butler stand and thrust into me forcefully. The stimulation of each thrust was truly exhilarating, and I thought I was about
to reach that truly blissful stage.
But just as I was about to enter that chaotic state of pleasure, Butler couldn't hold on any longer. He let out a strange
cry and held me tightly, refusing to move. The tip of his penis pressed against my cervix, and he ejaculated hot semen.
I knew things had gone wrong, while I was still at the peak of my arousal. I really wanted to bite his shoulder, because
the stimulation of his ejaculation plunged me into another, even stronger sexual need.
However, it had to end there. Poor Butler's penis was beginning to soften inside my vagina
, so I held him tightly, offering him loving comfort. Although he hadn't fully satisfied my desires, he had done
his best, and he was one of the more enduring men I'd ever been with.
"Gree!"
he said after a short rest.
"I'm going to India next year to study yoga. Once I learn that method, I'll be able to handle it with ease."
"Why are you thinking about those things? Aren't you very strong now?"
"No! Gree, I still can't get enough of you. Don't lie to me, you're not satisfied yet!" "
Butler! I've had enough. I love you very much!"
I said, giving him a comforting kiss to prevent his feelings of inferiority from hurting him.
Suddenly, I remembered Mom and Uncle John. I had to seize the opportunity to witness their sexual intercourse
; this was my greatest ambition for this trip home! So I gently slid Butler off my body
, and I reached out to stroke his limp penis, saying,
"Butler! I'm really tired from the flight today. I'll take a nap in bed this afternoon, and tonight
we'll go swimming in the sea again. The strap of my swimsuit broke. Would you drive to the city to
buy me a new one?"
"Sure, I'll go pick out a silk bikini-style swimsuit for you."
"Choose the newest style, the thinner and less fabric the better, just enough to cover your vulva and nipples."
"Won't that be too revealing?"
"What does it matter? Besides, it'll save you some trouble when you're undressing me!"
I gave him a lewd look, and he was tempted to hug me again, but I stopped
him. I pushed him away and got up to get dressed, and he obediently opened the door. After I made him coffee and milk,
he drove off.
I quickly washed up, put on my clothes again, and hurried through the garden to my mother's two-room sitting
room, where velvet curtains usually hung. I hid behind one of the curtains.
Servants weren't allowed into this row of houses without a bell, so I could freely eavesdrop and
spy on everything in my mother's bedroom.
As soon as I stopped, I heard Uncle John and Charles's voices coming from the sitting room. My heart relaxed
considerably, because I knew the real show was yet to come, and my mother was already using her charm. I heard her say,
"Dear Charles, do you remember yesterday's inspiration?"
"What? You mean the 'Symphony of Soul and Flesh' that I'm writing for you?"
"Yes, I thought if you didn't go back and start writing the score today, you wouldn't be able to finish it."
"Oh, Dahlia! That won't happen. I'm already a successful composer."
Although I was separated by the curtain, I could see my mother's annoyed face. Charles, the black man, was indeed incredibly tactless.
"I'm so sorry, both of you. I'm going to Nice with Greta this afternoon to buy some lace, and I might not
be back until very late. I think you two should go to the beach for some fun tonight!"
My mother was dismissing them, but could she really bear to send Uncle John away too? No, absolutely not. They must
have secretly planned this beforehand; it was a tactic used against the black man.
"Then let's go have some fun, Charles," came Uncle John's voice.
They emerged from the sitting room one after the other, one beaming with pride, the other hanging his head like a defeated rooster.
My mother hummed a cheerful song in the room. Less than ten minutes after the men left, my mother was completely naked,
holding spices in one hand and a towel in the other. She walked naked from the bedroom into the bathroom, threw the towel and spices onto the
dressing table next to the tub, and stood before the mirror, admiring her body with satisfaction.
Because I was standing at an angle to the mirror, I could clearly see my mother's beautiful curves
. Her body was exceptionally full, and although she was thirty-five, perhaps that was
the prime of a woman's beauty! Her body was breathtakingly beautiful—white and tender, with distinct curves. Her
sensual charm was so alluring that even I felt my heart flutter.
Her breasts were round and high, with two red nipples pointing outwards.
I envied how well she maintained them; she didn't need a bra to keep them perky. Naturally, men
would be captivated by her. Even now, seeing them, I wanted to reach out and touch them, and even open my mouth to lick them! Ah!
How wonderful it would be to nestle my entire cheek against my mother's breasts!
At this moment, Mom leaned lazily against a gray soft chair. It seemed that she didn't go to the bathroom to
take a bath immediately. Perhaps she wanted to be completely naked, or maybe she and Uncle John would have a good naked lovemaking in the bathroom.
In any case, since I was already standing quietly in the tent, and the angle of my view was so clear and obvious, I could only watch quietly.
At this moment, Mom's hand was caressing her genitals, seemingly unable to contain her desire. My gaze followed
her down there. Mom's buttocks were so full and white, the round curves extending from her waist,
stretching out in an arc into two large, fleshy petals, their protrusion even more pronounced than her breasts.
The lower end of the curve beautifully connected to her glistening thighs, so symmetrical and perfectly proportioned,
extending downwards, every part exquisitely beautiful. Even her ankles and toes were exquisitely beautiful. The insteps of her feet,
from often dancing in high heels, had formed a sensual curve. The skin of her entire leg was so
white and rosy, without a single stray hair or blemish, demonstrating the extent of her care for
her appearance.
Suddenly, Mom spread her legs wide, her right hand, which had been resting on her lower abdomen, now couldn't help
but scratch downwards towards her genitals. My gaze followed her to that mysterious place that I envied most.
Mom's lower abdomen, the kind that symbolizes sexuality, was also appropriately rounded.
Below her lower abdomen, it dipped slightly backward, then curved downwards into a semi-circular mons pubis—that was Mom's unique
genitalia, at least different from mine and my female classmates'. Mom's full mons pubis was as
large as both of ours, with only a few sparse hairs growing on it. Moreover, because of proper care, the skin on the pores
was a charmingly rosy color. Speaking of the color of her mons pubis, I could say I was slightly better.
Because of the frequent friction during intercourse, Mom's vulva had turned slightly purple, while mine remained a delicate, bright red. Since Mom
's thighs were open, I could see her entire vulva. Although I often bathed with Mom,
this was the first time I had seen her vulva like this.
Her labia were a deep reddish-brown and quite large, the cleft of her vulva was five or six inches long, and the area around her vulva was filled with plump, tender
red flesh, with a clitoris the size of a thumb protruding from the center.
Although I couldn't gauge the depth of Mom's opening, it was so magnificent, so glistening with red, that
I felt it truly could accommodate the penis of any man. The more I looked,
the more I felt Mom was a great woman, and I especially hoped that when I became a woman in my thirties, I could also possess such
a plump vulva.
Yes, after fully appreciating my mother's magnificent naked beauty, I had to admit that she was
the sexiest woman in the world. All the finest clothes in the world suited her, but bras and panties were superfluous for her.
She didn't need those things; her body was already perfect and sexy. She was only suited to being completely naked, or
wearing only a thin shirt on the outside and nothing underneath. I envied my mother's body, and her hedonistic spirit made me admire and
emulate her. Having a woman like my mother as my mother, I have endless pride.
Mom sat up from the soft cushion, her knees bent and legs crossed, rubbing her breasts against her thighs.
I knew she had been waiting impatiently for Uncle John, but her posture and charm remained elegant and
leisurely, without a trace of impatience. She reached for a book on the dressing table, a
collection of erotic pictures Uncle Kinsey had just sent from Madrid. She glanced at a few pages, then put the book down, stood up, and gracefully stepped into the bathtub. I knew her
bathwater usually contained musk, lemon juice, and milk, but today I seemed to smell a different, alluring
scent, a fragrant and intoxicating aroma. After smelling it for a while, I felt a burning itch in my heart and a tingling itch in my vagina
, a strong urge for a man's penis to give me intercourse. But I endured it, knowing that Uncle John
would at most just go for a short trip and come back soon.
Just then, Mom hummed a sultry, seductive song as she washed her large breasts in the bathwater. At
that moment, men's footsteps sounded outside the bathroom, followed by Uncle John knocking.
"Dalila! Dalila! I'm back, Dalila!"
"Is that John?"
Mom called back from the bathtub.
"The door isn't locked, please come in!"
Uncle John entered, locking the door behind him. His face was plastered with a greasy, lewd grin, and his entire being radiated a hungry,
lustful glow. As he entered the bathroom, he turned around and saw the bathroom door ajar, with water emanating from within.
The sound of flowers told him everything was ready, so he walked into Mom's bedroom without hesitation. I was wondering why he
didn't immediately go into the bathroom to tease Mom when she spoke loudly from the bathtub.
"John! I'm soaking in the bathtub!"
Her voice reminded me of a female cat about to mate on the roof tiles.
"I know, Dali. Let me take off my clothes first!"
"John, I forgot to bring my panties. Can you get one from under the pillow and bring it to me?"
"Haven't you ever bought panties, Dali?"
he said while busy undressing.
Mom's wanton laughter came from the bathroom, as if she was itching all over.
"Then at least bring me a towel. I can't greet you like this, naked!"
"You don't need a towel, I'll come and carry you out."
Mom laughed happily again.
"You're so naughty, I won't let you hold me!"
"I'm going to hold you anyway, I've been thinking about it all the way here."
With that, Uncle John walked out of the bedroom naked. Stripped of his clothes, he became
a completely different Uncle John. His muscles were full and firm, healthy and strong, with a prominent chest and broad shoulders—
a standard male physique from head to toe.
I felt that Uncle John must have been an Olympic athlete in his youth; he was as strong as a northern donkey.
As he walked towards the bathroom, he stroked his penis, which was already throbbing and erect, round and dark
, swaying back and forth. It looked enormous, and the thickness, roundness, and length of it truly astonished me,
making me both itchy and afraid.
As a child, I traveled to Russia with my father. On the way, we saw a male donkey chasing a female donkey. Its cylindrical
penis resembled Uncle John's, with a mushroom-shaped glans as large as a lamp, and a shiny shaft
with prominent veins, perfectly symbolizing male power and a charmingly primal savagery.
Having just admired my mother's vulva, seeing Uncle John's magnificent penis now, I couldn't believe their
intercourse was pleasurable. Judging by its girth and length, it seemed my mother's genitals couldn't accommodate it; she must be
in pain.
But then, I couldn't help but laugh at my own foolishness. Since my father's death, they had
been having sex for two or three months every year, countless times. Their lovemaking must have been successful and enjoyable. In that
moment of quiet wonder, Uncle John had already entered the bathroom, his erect penis swaggering towards my mother.
To make my view more intimate, I parted the curtains slightly. They assumed they were
alone in the room; their lust had overwhelmed them, oblivious to their surroundings.
Uncle John went to the bathtub, where Mother had already risen, naked and soaking wet. They embraced
, so tightly and passionately, then kissed.
Though their lips met, their hands deliberately groped each other's bodies. At
first, they caressed each other's bare breasts and shoulders, then moved to each other's buttocks and genitals. Mother
gripped John's penis so tightly, while John's hands slid from her lower back to the cleft of her buttocks, his fingers
digging into her vulva.
They actually managed to stand there, embracing and locked in a passionate embrace for three or four minutes. I truly admired their incredible
patience and endurance. If I were either of them, I wouldn't be able to resist suggesting intercourse first before doing anything else. The scene
captivated me; I felt my mouth watering and my vagina unusually wet.
Suddenly, I saw Mom slide her fair, delicate body down and lie back in the bathtub, seemingly overwhelmed by her itchy
, lustful desire, or perhaps seeking other forms of pleasure.
At this moment, Uncle John, who had been standing, saw her slump down, so he crossed one leg and
placed it on the edge of the bathtub. He then thrust his hips forward,
unceremoniously presenting his erect penis to Mom's lips. I thought Mom would turn away, but everything was beyond my
expectations. Mom's eyes shone, almost as if she wanted to swallow that long, fleshy shaft. She cupped it in her hands,
rubbing it against her cheeks, making moaning sounds, then opened her cherry lips and sucked on it forcefully, stretching out her
hot tongue to lick the sensual veins below the glans. She laughed lasciviously as she said:
"John, your thing is always so lovely. I've thought about you almost every night since we parted
. Tell me, oh my lovely Caucasian donkey, how many women have you slept with since you returned to America last year
?"
Uncle John picked up Mom again and put her on his lap. Mom's right hand was around his neck, and her left hand
was still tightly holding onto his penis. He said,
"Darling, why ask such pointless questions? All I think about is you. Let
me tell you, I've fasted for two months to come here for our joyful holiday, and
since last winter, to make you happy, I've eaten countless aphrodisiacs, including
over two hundred seal penises alone!"
Mom, her heart pounding with desire, vigorously swayed her plump buttocks against his legs. She said coquettishly,
"Oh, John, I won't let you! Your thing is already so thick and long I can't contain it anymore, and you've eaten so
many seal penises! It seems you want to kill me before you're satisfied!"
Although Mom said this, she was truly delighted. She unleashed all her feminine charm
, lowering her lips to give his glans a soft kiss, then pouting coquettishly
,
"John, I won't let you have your way today!"
"Why? Dahlia, didn't my instrument satisfy you?"
"It's not that it didn't satisfy you, it's just that it smells like a seal!"
"Oh! Dahlia, Grandma!"
They hugged each other and burst into laughter. Then Mom washed off the soap suds under the showerhead, and
Uncle John was already there, towel in hand, drying her.
They both possessed an appreciation for beauty, unhurried and unhurried, seeking only to prolong the time and savor the pleasure, without the slightest hint of
weariness, unlike the eagerness I showed when Butler and I were naked together.
He scrubbed her back and every part of her body. Mom even spread her legs so he could wipe
the water droplets from her pubic hair. He kissed her as he wiped, making soft, smacking sounds that sounded incredibly ecstatic. Uncle John threw away
the towel, and they embraced again. He whispered in her ear,
"Dalila! Shall we go to bed and have some fun now?"
Mom only gave a magnetic "Mmm."
So he picked her up from the floor, walked out of the bathroom, and back to the bedroom. Mom's arms, as white as lotus roots,
clung to his shoulders. Her starry eyes were slightly closed, a smile playing on her lips. Faced with this situation, Mom still felt
a little shy. As he passed by the curtain where I was hiding, I heard him say,
"I'm going to give you unexpected pleasure."
"John! What are you going to do with me today?"
"Do you really love me that much?" "
Just wait and see, you only need to expose your vulva to me as much as possible. Just close your eyes and
enjoy it to the fullest. My creation today is extraordinary."
As he spoke, perhaps Uncle John tickled her bottom, and she giggled and wiggled.
Just then, they entered the bedroom, and that hateful Uncle John casually closed the door,
completely blocking my view.
Gentlemen readers! How could I possibly stop reading in that urgent situation? What follows is their
wonderful performance, something I must imitate.
Then, my eyes lit up, and I remembered that there was a vent in the ceiling of my mother's bedroom, which
connected to an opening on the balcony. I quickly pulled back the curtain and ran out of the sitting room. As I went upstairs, I
told a maid,
"Grandma, tell no one to come upstairs. I want to sunbathe on the balcony."
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Part Two
I quickly climbed into the opening at the back of the balcony. To achieve my goal of spying, my movements were as light
as a female cat.
Finally, I peeked out again, and not only could I see everything clearly, but I could also hear everything. In fact
, I was crouching just two meters above my mother's bedroom, and I could clearly
hear their breathing and heartbeats.
However, when I peeked through the opening and looked at my mother's bed, I was terrified by what I saw
.
Mom was lying flat on her back on the bed, a cotton cushion under her buttocks, making her plump, red
vulva stand high. Uncle John was straddling her lower abdomen, almost like riding a horse. It would
n't be an exaggeration to say he was sitting entirely on her. His penis was trying to force its way into her vulva, but because it was so large,
it was only halfway in. Mom's labia were being squeezed outwards, and perhaps because of the pain, she was raising
her arms to brace against Uncle John's stomach, signaling him to slow down.
It was at this moment that I peeked in and saw Mom's face contorted with pleasure, her brows furrowed, and she was breathing
sweet... With a soft moan, her vulva seemed like a snake swallowing another snake, even larger, engulfing
Uncle John's penis. But they had past experience and understanding; Mom knew Uncle John knew
how wide her genitals were, and she knew his technique was delicate and gentle. Therefore, although she was caught in a dilemma,
she felt she didn't need to order him around; she knew he would do it well.
But when I carefully observed Uncle John's expression, I noticed he didn't stop, but rather,
with a delicate and tender rhythm, slowly pushed his penis in.
From this, I knew he loved Mom; he harbored no resentment whatsoever. The young man's wild
impulse made him fear only that she might be in pain, or that she might not be stimulated enough.
Seeing Uncle John's superior quality, I almost worshipped him like a god, secretly
envying Mom's pleasure at that moment.
I had countless sexual experiences, but never one that felt so intense. A
woman's greatest happiness is when a man's genitals are strong, and he is gentle and considerate during intercourse.
My mind wandered with the scene before me, imagining that beautiful penis inside my own vagina
—a feeling infinitely more wonderful than what the professor and Butler had experienced. As
I drifted into these fantasies ... My mind raced, but through my keen eyes, I saw their genitals gradually being taken in,
then further in, until it was almost fully inside. Uncle John thrust his hips down hard, and Mom's upper body trembled violently
. At this point, only a little over an inch of his penis was still exposed. I was amazed by the depth of Mom's vagina
. Measuring it by the length of his penis, although it wasn't fully inside, it was enough to reach above her navel
. Mom was now half-closing her tearful eyes in ecstasy. Her limbs, like those of a squid, gripped Uncle John
's body. She gasped and let out a series of half-hysterical screams, shouting wildly:
"Just go all the way in! Poor John, I'm not afraid, I'm enjoying it! No, even if you
hurt me to death, it's still pleasurable, ah! Darling, you are indeed more divine each year! Come on!
Don't hold back! Isn't there still a little bit left outside? Hurry up and put it in, I want it! John, do you
know how addicted I am right now that I want to swallow your whole body into my vagina? Ah! You are so
good, how much I love you! Ouch! Slow down..."
While Mom was shouting like this, Uncle John's penis may have accidentally hurt the inner wall of her vagina. He thought that
before she could get into a stable position, Mom would pull back and thrust backward. "That's Uncle John's specialty, I
only got to enjoy it later." So Mom showed a kind of surrender before temptation, but Uncle John proudly
said:
"Don't rush, Dalila, I told you, this year's offerings are all brand new styles!"
After saying this, they both revealed a mutual affection, ceasing their verbal exchange and
focusing solely on the pleasure of intercourse.
In a wondrous diving position, their genitals were completely joined, Uncle John's entire body...
He pressed himself against his mother, who clung to him tightly, as if afraid of losing him. His lower back twisted and turned,
using all his strength and inner power to tease the deepest, most itchy part of her genitals with the tip of his penis.
He teased and prodded, and soon his mother was beneath him, swaying her plump buttocks, welcoming his vulva
with each of his teasing movements.
They moved slowly and delicately like this for about two or three minutes. Suddenly, I heard a squeaking sound.
It turned out that his mother had become aroused, and the slippery fluid made their genitals fit together beautifully and frequently. I
greatly admired their old-fashioned composure. While the stimulation of thrusting could create pleasure through friction on the vagina, it
couldn't compare to this—the entire penis inserted into the very core of her clitoris, grinding and rotating—a truly intoxicating and soul-stirring sensation.
But though every woman in the world desires this divine, trembling pleasure, the difficulty lies in the fact that few men can provide it. 　　Therefore
, how great was Uncle John! How fortunate was Mother! They truly
were a pair of celestial lovers in the throes of passion and desire. 　　Part Three. 　　They rubbed and teased each other comfortably for a while, about twenty minutes. 　　Mother became increasingly excited, as if she had been aroused into another intense state of desire. This subtle 　　"internal skill" had become tiresome to him. She thrust her vulva upwards desperately, clenching her teeth. 　　Uncle John, too, seemed unable to control himself, displaying a frighteningly wild behavior. His eyes shone with the 　　unique light of male lust burning within him. His hands gripped Mother's full breasts so powerfully, constantly kissing, 　　pinching, and digging into them. His lower body pounded against her fiercely. In short, he seemed to want to devour her entirely. The mood 　　mirrored Mother's state; she seemed to have entered a state of willing ecstasy. In short, their initial practiced 　　... Tenderness was nowhere to be found; the sexual contact and the agonizing, tingling teasing had rekindled their youthful 　　wildness, turning them into a raging inferno of passion. 　　But even in any sexual situation, Mom never lost her noble composure. If it were me, faced 　　with such intense stimulation, I would inevitably lose my dignity and reason, acting solely for pleasure. To ensure 　　a tighter fit, I would adopt many unsightly positions, even arching my back like an animal, letting the boy 　　ride on my back and enter from behind—I've tried it myself. 　　But even at the edge of this frenzy, Mom remained elegant, composed, and dignified. 　　At this moment, she simply kissed Uncle John's shoulder with her lips, and with half-open, alluring eyes, she whispered in his ear: 　　"John, you've aroused my vagina to the point of boiling hot—no, my heart is bursting with joy 　　! Look, you've already started the pulling motion! Now, like the piston rod of a locomotive, start moving around 　　!" 　　Upon hearing this, Uncle John knelt up abruptly as if receiving a royal decree. He spread his mother's thighs as wide as possible 　　, his upper body becoming more stable, and then began to perform his signature "external skill" 　　—slowly, very slowly, pulling his penis out. When only the head of his penis was inside her labia majora, 　　he grasped it with both hands and pounded it up and down three times in the long slit at the entrance of her vulva. Then, he 　　pushed it in at the same speed. The way their genitals were joined together was like the piston rod of a train, hissing as it was pulled in and out of the 　　cylinder of a gas tank. With each movement, Mom would convulse with pleasure. Even with the most subtle sensations, she showed her 　　reaction by either uttering sweet, praising "sexual arias" or 　　patting and scratching Uncle John's body. 　　Uncle John merely pursed his lips, as if he already knew Mother would react with such pleasure, 　　and as if he firmly believed he could create an even more intense miracle. Therefore, his demeanor was almost one of ignoring Mother's 　　cries and trembling. He calmly and diligently performed his duty, thrusting his long, wet, red, and hard 　　penis into Mother's vagina with a series of movements: "one pull, two three thrusts, four pushes, five lifts, six turns," almost pulling it all the way out when withdrawing 　　, and almost pushing it in with his testicles. 　　But he wasn't like a locomotive; he didn't accelerate! He was always so slow! So delicate! 　　That endurance of the feeling! And that confidence in the continuation of pleasure, truly drove Mother to madness with pleasure. She cheered incessantly, her 　　limbs flailing, her breasts trembling, her hips shaking—all her wild, feminine nature was on full display. 　　I was truly astonished by Uncle John's stamina and his mastery of the "slow intercourse technique." No 　　matter how wildly Mom's lustful state stimulated her, he never changed the pace of his thrusts. It was 　　the same at the beginning, and it remained the same even as Mom reached her climax, and he continued doing so! 　　Therefore, Mom was forever placed at the peak of satisfaction. At this moment, I finally understood 　　what Uncle John had said on the train journey: "We thrust hundreds of times, and we only go in and out twice a minute." 　　Yes, "slow intercourse" is the highest level of sexual skill; it not only expresses the highest form of love and art, 　　but also the highest allure of masculine kindness. 　　Ah! How I envied Mom's enjoyment! No wonder some eighteen-year-old girls are willing 　　to marry men in their forties or fifties. At this moment, I was so infatuated with my 　　Uncle John! 　　I truly loved him, and I secretly wished in my heart: 　　"I must seduce Uncle John this summer; I'm going to risk my life to experience his 'slow pleasure 　　'." 　　Uncle John and Mom were just like that, tumbling and making love in bed. They didn't change positions much; 　　they only sought closeness, comfort, and to the most sensitive spots. 　　My legs were aching from the effort, and my vagina was unbearably wet. I checked the time; they had been having sex for two whole hours 　　. Mom was completely lost in a hysterical state of ecstasy, her labia pulsating with each thrust of his penis 　　. Her hair was disheveled, and her genitals were soaking wet. The sweat from Uncle John's chest had 　　soaked most of her breasts. She was half-conscious, just breathing heavily, but her lips were always stained with...

Seeing their amused expressions, I wondered how much longer they planned to continue.
I thought to myself, "Let's stop here; they're a divine couple anyway."
Just as I was about to leave, a miraculous sight appeared.
Uncle John completely changed his poetic "slow pace," shouting loudly, "Dala...
Dala! How I love... but..."
His thrusting became unusually rapid and intense, like a fisherman desperately
trying to salvage his fish from his hold as his boat begins to take on water.
At first, I thought Uncle John was a sex god, incapable of losing his temper, but how long he could last before
ejaculating—how beautiful!
He rode wildly for a while, then forcefully pressed his hips down into Mom's vagina, and
stopped moving. I could only see his spine twitching repeatedly; I knew he was trying to ejaculate
. Mom, with her last strength, held him, calling out, "Ah! John, ah! John
..."
Uncle John had gradually entered a state of submissive stillness, and Mom was completely limp. They both closed
their eyes, exhaled their last breath, and fell silent, as if asleep, as if dead.
I had to run out onto the balcony like a cat on a hot roof. I immediately stripped myself naked
. I didn't want to sunbathe; rather, the intense sensation I'd just witnessed had left my genitals unbearably itchy and
tingling. So I leaned back in a clam-shaped wicker chair, pulled the call button beside me, and
called down to the world through the call tube:
"Masha! Isn't Xinuo at home?"
Masha was my personal maid, and I'd long since
noticed Xinuo, this young Russian servant, harboring lustful thoughts about my body from his lustful eyes. The day he picked me up at the station, he'd touched my breast for no reason
.
Since Butler had already driven off to buy me a swimsuit and hadn't returned yet, he must be at home. Of course,
he might not satisfy me, but having him do my bidding would be good, even just to relieve the itch.
"Miss, why call Xinuo? He's free!"
It was Masha's voice.
"I want him to come up to the balcony and do something for me."
"Isn't Madam sunbathing, Miss?"
"I'm already dressed, Martha. If you say another word, I'll deduct your pay for the month!"
"Yes, Miss."
Martha always obeyed me.
A moment later, Xinuo's pretty figure appeared at the entrance to the balcony.
Perhaps he was startled to see me naked, or perhaps he was attracted by my sexy, naked beauty
. In any case, he stood there like a wooden chicken, not daring to come towards me, nor
daring to "not go back," only staring at me with burning eyes.
I chuckled and said,
"Come on, Xinuo, I want you to do something to please me."
"However... Miss..."
he stammered, but finally he approached me.
I grabbed him tightly. This bastard understood my meaning; he immediately made his move, embracing
me.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Miss?"
"Ugh, there's a little fleshy bump inside my vulva, it's so itchy! Scratch it for me, please!"
He laughed smugly, a triumphant laugh, and then started having sex with me on the wicker chair.
But no servant in the world is truly useful. Perhaps my vulva was too aroused, or perhaps I was acting
too eager; he finished after only thirty or fifty thrusts. His penis was no match for Butler's, only comparable to
the professor's.
I pushed him away, saying,
"Sino, how can you be so empty-headed!"
"I've done my best, Miss."
"Your shirt is old, go buy a new one!"
I casually slipped him about two hundred francs.
"Thank you, Miss. If you need anything else, I'll be at your service!"
I glared at him with disgust. He left.
He didn't quell my itch, but it was better than nothing. So I lay there naked
in the sun, my mind replaying the affair between Mom and Uncle John.
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Part Four
That evening, Butler didn't drive in from the garden driveway until around eight o'clock.
Mom, Uncle John, and Charles were having dinner in the dining room.
After Butler pulled into the garage, he came running like a sycophantic lapdog, carrying a swimsuit
box, calling out to me as he approached.
He grabbed my waist and said,
"Gree, hurry back to the room, let's try on this bikini!"
I was touched by the sincerity of his love, so I decided to disregard my shame and allow him to come with me to the room
to admire me naked as I tried on my new outfit.
So I thanked him, took his hand, and we walked back to my bedroom through the corridor next to the restaurant. As we
passed the window, Uncle John was downing a glass of mixed liquor, and I immediately gave him a flirtatious wink.
Back in the room, I first took off my clothes, deliberately exposing my entire body to Butler. But unusually, he
only hugged and kissed me, without making any sexual advances, which surprised me greatly. At the time, I didn't have time to
think about it further; I simply assumed that he had made love with me that afternoon, and perhaps his sexual function hadn't fully recovered yet.
Therefore, when he personally helped me put on that sexy swimsuit, I had no intention of forcing any advances. I
only asked that he could give me one more satisfying experience before I went to sleep that night.
He helped me put on my swimsuit and couldn't help but shower me with compliments, saying I was beautiful, voluptuous, and had
such perfect measurements. He added that it was a real shame I'd never participated in the annual Rivera beauty pageant. Of course, I...
I was pleased to hear his flattery, but at that moment, Mom came into my room. She first gave Butler
a pleased look, then showered me with compliments, saying I looked like the sexiest woman in the world in my swimsuit.
She hugged me and said,
"Gree, darling, we're going to the beach for a swim right away. The moonlight is so beautiful. I hope Grandma and Butler
can join us. After we're done swimming, we'll take the yacht to Rainbow Bay for a late-night snack.
Charles is treating."
Of course, I accepted Mom's invitation, and Butler immediately agreed. He and Mom gave each other a polite hug
, and then Mom left with a smile.
We packed up our swimming gear and prepared to go to the front hall. As Butler draped his coat over me, he held me tightly and
said,
"Gree, may I sleep with you tonight?"
I wrapped my arms around his neck, gave him a passionate kiss, and said,
"If you dare not come, I'll beat you up if you're even a little late!"
He suddenly said seriously,
"Gree, to tell you the truth, I just met an Arab friend in the city. He's an
aphrodisiac dealer."
"Did you get anything from him?"
My eyes couldn't help but gleam with hope.
"He gave me a small packet of white powder. He said it was a rare item that a wealthy Egyptian man had been seeking at a high price!"
"How about I see it?"
"I've already swallowed it all. I took it with some green wine from him. He said
the longer I take it, the longer my penis will last during intercourse, and it will be more than twice as big as usual!"
His description made my heart melt. I hoped that the little Arab scoundrel was telling the truth.
"What else did he say?"
He said he could go at least three hours straight.
"Really? But, Butler, I don't know if it will work. Did you give him the money?"
"Not yet. He said he'd wait for me at the beach hotel tomorrow to bring the money, and he also said if it doesn't work, he won't
take a penny."
"Ah! That's probably possible, dear Butler, how wonderful!"
I excitedly hugged him, wanting to devour him whole. If it weren't for needing to build up the drug's effect in his stomach, I would
have unzipped my pants and made him try it right now.
The maid, Martha, came in to urge us on. She said that Mother and the others were already in the car waiting for us.
I suddenly remembered that I should take advantage of the opportunity to put on this revealing swimsuit and
show it off to Uncle John and Charles. I muttered to myself,
"Since we're driving, I'll just wear the swimsuit. There's nowhere to put my coat if I take it off later
."
Regardless of whether Butler agreed or not, I took off my coat, proudly displaying my breasts,
buttocks, and almost entirely exposed thighs, and pulled Butler out to the car.
Uncle John opened the car door to welcome me, his eyes scanning my body. They almost simultaneously
praised my sexy curves.
Mom simply smiled and hugged me. She was proud of me and didn't
scold me at all for my promiscuity. In fact, she was dressed even more revealingly than I was. Her swimsuit was
a gift from a European swimsuit designer to Charles when he gave her a concert. The material was thinner than silk and satin, almost
transparent like nylon, short and tight. Mom's lower body was so full and white that the swimsuit
only covered her vulva, leaving the hairy parts of her mons pubis exposed
.
Mom also only wore the swimsuit without any outer pants or even a towel, a habit she had maintained for many years.
Our car was on the right side of the beach. We parked in the private parking lot of the Shad family's house. Getting out, we saw that
the Rivera beach was still crowded with thousands of men and women. The moon was high in the sky, and the lights in the distance
twinkled, further enhancing the charm and romance of the place. I was convinced that many tourists were sleeping there
overnight.
They kissed, talked, caressed, had sex, and fell asleep under umbrellas, all without anyone asking,
and the weather was so pleasantly cool. Did God create this beautiful beach just so that men and women
could lie there and enjoy themselves to the fullest?
We entered our private, gray-green enclosure, and the men quickly removed their outer garments, leaving only
tight-fitting swim trunks. Their trunks were extremely short, almost triangular, barely
concealing their genitals, though the shape of their penises was clearly visible.
In terms of size and shape, Charles's was the largest; he was dark-skinned, and his off-white swim trunks looked like a horizontal,
wet log. In terms of length, Uncle John's was the most astonishing, long and drooping, the glans almost
leaping out from one side of his trunks. In terms of delicacy and proportion, Butler's was captivating. I was familiar with his penis;
even when he wore a tuxedo, I could vividly picture its entirety with just a blink of my eye, let alone when he wore swim trunks
.
Then Mom took the lead, saying,
"Come on, gentlemen, let's soak in the sea for a while first."
With that, she swayed her plump hips, tossed her breasts, and with each step she swayed gracefully, trying her best to display her allure,
running beautifully through the crowd towards the water's edge.
I followed closely behind Mom. This corner of the beach truly made us the center of attention,
because the three men behind us followed us like lapdogs, and even the
men around us, though with female companions, couldn't help but cast their gazes at Mom and me, some even with lustful intent.
We laughed and played in the water, not really swimming, but another form of sexual amusement,
or perhaps a prelude to intercourse.
Because our swimsuits were soaked through, making us feel like we were completely naked, we teased each other's
genitals, laughing heartily when we tickled the most sensitive spots. We were in the water, and it was nighttime, so although
there were people around, we weren't likely to be seen. Besides, they were also flirting, so they had no time to appreciate it.
We.
At that moment, I used all my girlish charm to entangle with Butler. I was determined to keep him by my side tonight.
I calculated in my mind when he had taken the aphrodisiac, and secretly felt a surge of pleasure.
But his eyes kept flashing with a beastly light, glancing at my mother's almost naked body. This
was understandable; although he often came and went from my house, he was mostly with me and rarely had the chance to admire my mother's
beautiful naked body. I tried my best to block his gaze and fawned over him. I thought to myself, "He's probably just sexually
aroused. He wouldn't have any impure thoughts about my mother."
So, I pulled him and swam towards the beach, further away from my mother. But just as I had swum a few meters
, I felt someone pulling me from below. I was about to tell Butler that someone was playing a trick on me underwater, but he was turning
around and exchanging a fawning look with my mother. No sooner said than done, before I could react or speak, I 　　was pulled underwater
by an immense force . I opened my eyes and—who was it? It was Uncle John! He 　　had a few words written on a large conch shell in his hand. By the light of the underwater lamp, I could see it read: "Grace! 　　Shall I teach you to do an underwater waltz?" 　　I nodded. He hugged me, but it wasn't a waltz at 　　all; he just took the opportunity to hug and fondle me. Every touch of his hand hit a ticklish spot, making me almost want to untie my swim trunks and let him explore me. 　　Suddenly, I realized I loved Uncle John, but in my infatuation, I remembered poor Butler. 　　I thought, "I'll seduce Uncle John later; tonight I must have Butler!" 　　So, taking advantage of Uncle John's distraction, I slipped out of his embrace and, in a diving motion, 　　surfaced. 　　When I opened my eyes and looked towards Mom, a startling scene unfolded before me: Butler 　　was bending down to kiss Mom's toes, and Mom was proudly raising her thighs for him to kiss, her eyes gleaming with an incomparably 　　seductive light. 　　I knew things were going to go wrong, because Charles had swum far out to sea. It seemed that while I 　　was flirting with Uncle John underwater, Butler had also been exchanging glances with Mom. I was trying to trick Butler into coming 　　back to me, but Uncle John was pulling me back from underwater. 　　Fine! Let him be. Anyway, I couldn't tell who was better between the two of them; it 　　was fate. 　　After letting Uncle John fuss with me underwater for a while longer, we both surfaced. Sure enough, as I expected, 　　Mom and Butler were nowhere to be seen. When we ran back to our cool enclosure, 　　we found a note under a cup of colorful ice cream—Mom's handwriting! 　　"Both and I are dying of thirst, let's go over there for coffee." 　　Ah! Isn't this a terrible disaster? Normally, it wouldn't matter if Mom asked Both to amuse her 　　, but tonight! He had already put in the effort to serve me, and now he's changed his mind because of Mom's temptation! 　　Ah! Men are all donkeys! They only have lust running rampant, without a shred of responsibility. The more I thought about it, the more 　　unwilling I was to give up. So I took Uncle John's arm and said angrily, 　　"Uncle John! Please give up! I'm going to find Butler tonight." 　　But he just smiled and replied, 　　"I'm waiting for you in Suite 114 of the Julian Tourist Hotel. You definitely won't find them, and 　　even if you do, your Both will be too good for you!" 　　At that moment, I left Uncle John in vain and searched all around the beach, but just as Uncle John 　　said, I couldn't find Mom and Butler anymore. 　　Although many handsome, lecherous young men were flirting with me, I paid them no 　　heed. I ran around the beach like a horny, horny dog. 　　I climbed over an old sailboat, then jumped onto the rocks using a bunch of lifebuoys. Of course, Mom 　　had countless secret spots on the beach; she often seduced random men there. Her sex 　　drive exceeded her appetite; she needed it day and night. 　　I searched and searched, and finally, in a secluded corner, I saw someone lying on their back. 　　It wasn't Mom or Butler; it was Charles. He was unbuttoning his swim trunks, playing with his penis. 　　When it was hard and erect, he spat into his palm and masturbated. 　　Aside from his enormous penis, everything else about him disgusted me. 　　There was a reason Mom ignored him. 　　He was writhing and convulsing on the sand, thrusting his penis in and out of 　　control as if a woman were actually having sex with him. It was the first time I had ever seen a man engage in such frenzied masturbation, so I lay on 　　the rock and watched. 　　His lust was intense, like a thirsty Spanish bison. Although he was forcefully holding his penis in his palm 　　, he was still making a squeaking, sticky sound. I felt sorry for him and decided that in 　　the days to come, I would make sure he had a good time. 　　Charles lay there masturbating for five or seven minutes before he ejaculated. He thrust his penis forward forcefully, 　　shooting all the white semen onto the sand, babbling incoherently: 　　"Ah! Dalila, is it good! Beth! Is it good! Anna! Is it good!..." 　　He was probably fantasizing about the women he had previously had sex with while masturbating. 　　Mom might have been deliberately ignoring him these past few days, and because he's Black, he doesn't find it easy to find a match outside. 　　Poor Charles! 　　After ejaculating, he lay limply on the sand, his black body looking like a pile of dead beasts from afar. 　　After 　　watching Charles's pointless masturbation, a sudden realization dawned on me: there was a very high 　　probability that Mom and Butler had gone home for sex. 　　I rushed to the parking lot, and sure enough, our car was gone. 　　I hailed a taxi and told the driver to go as fast as he could back to my house. When I got there, the servants 　　were all fast asleep. I jumped out of the car, and the young driver reached out for the fare. I didn't have any money on me.

To save time, I devised a plan. I quickly ripped off the bottom of my swimsuit and
tossed it at his face, saying,
"Take these bottoms as payment; they're new."
He was already dazed by my charm, so I ignored him and ran straight into the house, my bare bottom swaying.
Of course, I didn't forget the hole in the balcony. I hurried upstairs, my movements so
light and quick that a few seconds later, I was already crouching above my mother's bed.
Sure enough, Mom and Butler were embracing, panting, their naked bodies tangled and wet.
They had already had sex. It was all over. I cried out in my heart,
"It's all over! Oh God! My Butler!"
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Part Five
Then I heard them whispering:
"Butler! I should have known you'd be this good. You really made me ecstatic tonight."
"Am I comparable to Charles and Uncle John?"
"Ah! You have a different kind of beauty than them. You're young. Let me hold you tight!"
"Sister Lila, you're the most perfect woman."
"Which aspect of me are you referring to?"
"I mean, your vagina! It's so deep! So hot and horny! I'm completely lost in your lewdness."
Mom chuckled, giving him a tight, passionate kiss. She pushed him away and got up to bring him a half-warm cup of
thick milk. After he drank it, they returned to their original state, embracing face to face, his penis still inside her
vagina. Mom's tenderness towards him was beyond my reach.
Then Mom stretched out her delicate arm and pressed a small, exquisite machine on the lampstand, saying,
"Do you know what kind of gift Uncle John gave me this year?"
"What is it? A small movie projector, isn't it?"
"Hmm, and two or three small film reels!"
"Are they Parisian erotic films?"
"No, they're genuine British goods, the male and female leads are very glamorous."
"Please let me see them, dear Lila!"
"We've already shown them; they're things that will make your heart race."
"I'm not afraid. Besides, Lila, when I get aroused and my penis gets hard again, won't that be perfect for making you
happy, Grandma?"
Mom gave him a warm kiss, as if she loved him to the extreme. But she said,
"It's not that I'm afraid you'll get aroused if you watch it, but to be honest, it's not
something someone your age should watch. It's just too lewd."
Butler flattered her,
"What does it matter? The way I'm having sex with you now, the sweet state of you enjoying my love, isn't
it
more lewd than any sex documentary in the world? We were born with a wonderful sex toy
, meant
for us to enjoy ourselves as much as possible, don't you think so?"
Mom kissed him passionately again,
"I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age. You're really good at everything."
After saying that, Mom pressed the button and turned off the light switch. Immediately, a beam of light shone on the wall,
creating a breathtaking scene—a story of extreme lewdness.
The first volume is a striptease, with two people taking turns dancing and having sex. The second volume is about an English gentleman
chasing and having sex with countless young girls. Finally, a lustful, naked woman appears, belly dancing. Later, she and the gentleman sleep on
a bed of flesh made up of young girls and have intense sex. In the end, the gentleman inserts his penis into the vagina of a young girl
and completes the sonata of ejaculation. The lustful young woman then abandons the gentleman and runs to the backyard to lie
under the belly of a male donkey. She automatically manipulates the animal's penis. This volume is filled with the fierce passion of sex from beginning to end, and it is simply
unbelievable that anyone would dare to perform it.
Volume Three is a beautiful account of an affair, imbued with a rustic charm. An Irish woman
is washing clothes by the river, her skirt lifted, when a hunter happens to pass by. Through the gaps in the branches, he
sees her plump vulva fully exposed. He approaches her and flirts with her, and eventually they
have sex against a large rock by the river. The hunter's penis is exceptionally large, and the washerwoman tells him that she is a thirty-
year-old widow, both sexually frustrated and helpless. Her arousal is fully revealed, perfectly
capturing the long-dormant desires of all women. If sex films had Oscars, this volume would be a worthy winner
.
Volume Four is a story of sex on a large mail ship. A noblewoman traveling from London to continental Europe
accidentally enters the captain's private bathroom while taking a bath. Just as she is soaking naked in the tub, the captain arrives humming a song.
Naturally, they are both seasoned flirts, and finally they sit on a bouncy chair, engaging in the most bizarre and wanton
sexual acts imaginable.
Suddenly, all the lights go out, and Mom and Butler let out strange, itchy moans. Then, by
the moonlight, I saw them writhing up and down again.
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(Part Six)
Of course, under Mom's temptation, Butler's penis became erect again inside her vagina.
They then indulged in their lustful pleasure, just like in the movie. Seeing this, how could I
possibly continue reading? While
others were experiencing ecstasy, I was just "drying out!"
So I sullenly left the balcony, ran back to my room, lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, feeling utterly
miserable.
I glanced at my watch; it was past midnight. I knew that in Rivera, this was just
the beginning of the evening's festivities and revelry.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck me, as if the gates of heaven had opened for me. Thank God
, I remembered Uncle John!
He said he'd wait for me in a suite at the Julian Hotel. With Uncle John, to hell with Butler! His
temporary, drug-fueled bliss was nothing to me!
My melancholy vanished, replaced by excitement. I pulled off my swimsuit's bra
, carefully sprayed myself with "The Duchess's Flesh Scent," one of Paris's latest and most expensive perfumes, and then
donned a low-cut silk evening gown.
I drove to find Uncle John. The hotel servant, Mr. Schade, led me to the elevator and told me,
"Mr. Schade is staying in suite 114, on the third floor. Someone will be at your beck and call."
I said,
"I know, he's my uncle!" "
I see. Then please take the elevator up, Miss Schade."
Mr. Schade gave me a knowing smile and walked away. Forget about morality and face. 　　Was it really worth being ridiculed for
coming to see my Uncle John in the middle of the night to sleep happily together ? Really! 　　When I knocked on Uncle John's door, he seemed to have just finished showering! He 　　was only wearing a large towel, his left hand holding the end of the towel, his right hand turning the doorknob 　　. As soon as I stepped inside, he closed the door behind him. 　　"Uncle John! May I come in?" 　　"Didn't you already come in? I've been waiting for you!" 　　"I mean, are there no other women hiding in the room?" 　　"How could there be, Greta? You know tonight, I said I only love you tonight." 　　"But why are you only wearing a towel? Weren't you naked just now?" 　　"I was naked to wait for you!" 　　"How do you know I would come?" 　　"Only a discerning eye can judge a horse, and you know I'm not just sitting around doing nothing!" 　　He clipped the end of the towel shut with a clip and then came over and put his arm around me. 　　His hands were already unbuttoning my evening dress. 　　"Grace, you smell wonderful." 　　"If you like, I smell even better inside than outside!" 　　He had stripped me completely naked. Finally, he removed the towel from my body, and I no longer held back. I threw my whole body 　　into his arms. 　　"Uncle John, I'm so itchy, my whole body is going to be ruined! Please start saving me right now!" 　　"What a slutty little girl! Like mother, like daughter, but you are so much prettier than her!" 　　"Mmm," 　　I whined, and sat on his lap, hooking my ankles around his lower back. He was sitting in a round 　　swivel chair. 　　"Tell me your desires, and I guarantee I'll make you happy." 　　"I want to try your 'slow play'." 　　"What?" 　　"It's what you and Mom did during the day!" 　　"Aren't you ashamed that you secretly watched us do that kind of thing?" 　　"Ashamed of what? Isn't that kind of thing the same as this kind of thing?" 　　As I said this, I pushed my buttocks in a little more. At this point, my vulva was close to his big penis, which was already 　　hard. I held it with both hands and played with it. I had seen its appearance thoroughly during the day, so I wasn't surprised. 　　Uncle John said happily, 　　"You're too naive, Greta. Aren't you afraid of the pain?" 　　"No, I'd be willing to die even if it hurts. Come on, Uncle John." 　　"Wait, the night is long. Don't worry that I won't do anything to you. Just to make things go smoothly, let me 　　get some supplies!" 　　He said, pushing me up and walking to the cabinet. I followed him closely. 　　"Uncle John, do you think I'm as sexy as my mom?" 　　I asked, cupping my pert breasts in my hands. 　　"Boobs are the sexiest pair. Most women with such high, pointed breasts are incredibly sexy 　　, and..." 　　"And what? Uncle John!" " 　　And they all have beautiful vulvas!" "Is 　　my vulva beautiful too?" 　　I asked, thrusting my genitals toward him. 　　"Excellent! You can tell just by looking at their appearance." 　　"Why is that?" 　　"Because girls with large breasts are fully developed women. Due to abundant sex hormones, 　　their vulvas are always plump and full, and their skin glows with a rosy light, making men 　　want to embrace and touch them at first sight. Such women are what we call beauties; they don't need to do 　　anything vulgar. Human pleasure will naturally gravitate towards them, as if they were born only for pleasure 　　." 　　As he spoke, Uncle John took out a bottle of ointment-like substance and sat back down in his round chair, saying: 　　"Come on, Greta, sit on my lap again, just like before. Spread your thighs apart, put 　　your calves behind me, and then thrust your vulva towards me. I'm going to apply some turtle ointment to your vulva first. This 　　is the most standard lubricant. Applying this will reduce a lot of pain and increase a lot of pleasure. You know, my 　　penis is big and thick, and your vulva is delicate and tender. Come on, thrust towards me a little more!" 　　I thrust towards him with all my might, and he squeezed out turtle ointment and carefully applied it around my labia and the outer half of my vagina. 　　I felt itchy and happy, and I also felt safe. I really admired his old-fashioned and steady approach. At this moment, I had forgotten 　　all about the world and just held his neck tightly, letting him do whatever he wanted to my lower body. 　　"You and Mom didn't use this stuff when you came!" 　　"Her vulva is much more mature than yours. Think about it, before you were even born, she was already famous in New York 　　. At nineteen, she could handle three wealthy Icelandic sea otter pelt dealers in one night. Back then, she and your grandmother 　　owned a lavish bar in Vancouver." 　　I laughed, my heart itching from his touch, and boldly moved towards his glans. With a little effort, it 　　slid smoothly into my labia. He put down the bottle of ointment, pressed his hands against my buttocks, and 　　slowly inserted his penis. With a little more force, I felt a pleasurable relaxation throughout my body, as if a hot, 　　fleshy rod had pierced my heart. I sat on his lap, trembling, and cried out:

"Uncle John! I never dreamed my vagina could fit your huge penis, but look
, it's already more than halfway in, ah!"
"It can go all the way in, Greta. Women's vaginas have unexpected elasticity. Last winter
, on a freezing snowy night, I drank on the streets of Chicago. When I got back to my hotel, I paid three thousand dollars
to a 'pimp' group to bring me a Mexican virgin. At first, she was terrified, but with my
tenderness and the aphrodisiac effect of the penis cream, she finally experienced the pleasure of her first sexual intercourse. Before she left, she plucked
three of my pubic hairs as a souvenir, saying it was a sincere way of thanking me."
As he spoke, Uncle John deftly thrust his penis in, and it was completely inside. Strangely enough, I felt
a pleasure I had never experienced before.
Dear reader, imagine this: we transform our entire bodies into a fleshy tube, and a nearly identical
fleshy pillar is firmly inserted inside. Imagine how satisfying that feeling would be! That feeling
is exactly what I'm experiencing right now.
In short, in a moment, I felt I had grown up; I had become as capable as a woman,
even able to handle Uncle John. I immediately felt excited and proud, and so I took his
entire penis into my mouth and moved it around forcefully a few times!
Ah! That feeling, so intense, a mixture of pain and pleasure, is beyond description by my shy pen
!
Uncle John was probably amused by my agitation, and he began to accommodate my movements, comfortably pressing his lotus-
seed-sized glans against my vaginal walls.
My whole body was pressed against his chest, letting him freely move left and right inside my vagina. We
didn't change to any other positions, and I had reached a state of extreme pleasure.
I was dizzy, weak, wet, itchy and numb, and he
played with me from beginning to end as if I were a toy, so tenderly and considerately, and I loved it!
I was spinning, completely at his mercy. Later he put me on the floor, then on the bed,
and then lifted me back onto his lap.
In short, as I write this unforgettable love story now, I still clearly remember that when the rooster crowed that night,
Uncle John was still working on me, and I became more and more greedy, I desperately responded to him, so that when he
ejaculated into me at dawn, I only had a faint feeling left, actually I was mostly unconscious.
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Epilogue
The above is my first day back at my home in the Rivera after returning from Paris. Of course, this kind of colorful and
joyful sex life continued on the second day, the third day… and even intensified.
My mother was truly a very unrestrained woman; her lust was like a volcanic eruption,
unquenchable even by the most promiscuous men in the world.
My family was wealthy, and besides hosting several VIPs for vacations each year, she frequently
traveled to Northern Europe, India, and even alone to the savage tribes of the Ivory Coast in Africa. She wasn't frivolous; she simply indulged in pleasure.
In short, from this brief account, you can imagine the kind of unrestrained
sexual life my mother led.
As for myself, of course, I am loyal to my mother's genes and natural beauty, and I am also a sexualist. However,
my sex life is beyond the scope of this book and cannot be discussed here. Moreover, the family belongs to my mother;
my world is in school and the youth social circles of Rivera.
Therefore, regarding my private life, you will have to read my other works. Well then, goodbye 　　.
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