【Return】(07) 【Author: (sfl0) Dr. Buwen】

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********** 　　... Back in the car, an overwhelming surge of emotion made us immediately embrace tightly. If it weren't for 　　the driver and Fatty Cui in the car, and the upcoming wedding, we might have undressed and engaged in a passionate encounter 　　. 　　We returned to the hotel at 9:20 PM. First, we went upstairs to our room for dinner and to change. The task of greeting the guests was handed over to 　　the four groups of eight male and female models that my father-in-law had specially hired from South Korea. This time, I changed into a completely Western-style white dress, with a wavy 　　collar, a white satin ribbon belt, and even white stockings. This time, I was actually a little nervous; my fingers 　　trembled slightly. I was so looking forward to seeing her in her wedding dress; I hadn't seen that high-end piece custom-made from Italy yet. Two 　　doormen pushed open the golden doors of the banquet hall. I held the microphone and sang the Northwest folk song "Lifting Your 　　Veil." It was indeed my song, but the recording was playing; I was just lip-syncing 　　to prevent any unexpected mishaps. 　　I sang as I walked, with two flower girls swaying and scattering flowers behind me. I didn't walk down the central red carpet 　　or through the flower arch; instead, I circled around the eighteen tables of guests. 99% of these guests were from outside the province, 　　mainly Huayou's business partners in South Korea and Southeast Asia. This was all to avoid any connection with the Xing family 　　. After all, Rongxing, as the city's largest and one of the top ten conglomerates in the province, 　　had virtually no significant figures in the city's political, business, artistic, or even educational circles who were completely unrelated to the Xing family. Therefore, the only guests from Linjiang City were my 　　two younger sisters, Huang Tingting and Huang Lingling; ostensibly, we were just friends who met through fitness. 　　A square, floor-length white silk curtain hung on the stage. I slowly walked onto the stage, just as the song ended. I guessed that the group of 　　wealthy South Koreans and Southeast Asians had never heard this Western Chinese folk song before, but they still gave me enthusiastic applause 　　. It wasn't that my singing was particularly moving; these business elites were simply used to such formalities. I 　　raised my hand and ripped down the curtain, plunging the entire hall into darkness, eliciting screams and whistles from the audience. 　　A bright spotlight shone down from above, illuminating the large bed in the center of the stage, where the bride in a white wedding dress lay 　　. A crown-shaped hairpin adorned her golden hair. Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes alone were enough to 　　captivate all. A platinum necklace around her neck was set with eighteen blue diamonds, the central one the size of a thumb, the smallest 　　the size of a little fingernail, dazzling under the spotlight. The wedding dress was a strapless, off-the-shoulder style 　　, decorated with three layers of lily petal lace, and three layers of tulle below the waist. The background music had changed 　　to "Sleeping Beauty." Following the rehearsals of the past few days, I walked around the bed three times. 　　When the music reached "Wake up, my princess!", I stopped at the head of the bed, bent down, and kissed the bride. Han Zhijia 　　instantly "woke up," her captivating eyes gazing at me with deep affection. She slowly raised her arms, and then, with a helping hand, I helped her up from 　　the bed and bowed deeply to the audience. 　　The lights in the hall came back on, and a South Korean song played. The bride took the microphone from me and began 　　to sing. I took her arm and carefully helped her, wearing 12cm crystal high heels, down 　　the red carpet and through the flower arch, just as the song finished. Thunderous applause erupted from the audience once more. 　　Most South Koreans are Christian or follow Confucianism, while Southeast Asia also has Buddhism. 　　Unfortunately, none of these three traditions apply to us, so the wedding ceremony was relatively simple. The emcee gave a few 　　words to create a festive atmosphere, then they exchanged rings, kissed, and said a bunch of blessings before the ceremony was complete. 　　Various artistic performances began on stage, including song and dance by South Korean heartthrobs and leggy beauties, and second-tier Taiwanese singers performing 　　classic Mandarin love songs. Whether anyone was watching or not, the lively atmosphere continued. 　　We quickly left through a small door behind the stage to go upstairs and change our clothes. This time, I changed into a stand-up 　　collar Zhongshan suit, while my wife wore a modified Korean hanbok. The combination of Chinese and Korean styles made it easier to toast guests. After toasting 　　everyone and exchanging all sorts of polite phrases, it was already 2 PM before we knew it. We went back on stage and gave 　　a speech of gratitude. The most troublesome part was having to repeat many things twice because of the bilingual nature of the speech, leaving us both parched 　　. We could only sneak a few sips of mineral water as we left the stage. Although it was tiring, every time our eyes met, we 　　saw happy smiles on each other's faces, making all the hard work worthwhile. 　　Guests began to leave one by one, and after seeing them off, it was already 4:30 PM. Fortunately, 　　the wedding was being held at our own hotel, so the cleanup was handled by the hotel manager. We were both exhausted, so 　　we went back to our rooms for a nap. It wasn't until after 7 PM that someone knocked on our doors to tell us it was time for dinner. Hand in hand, we went to my father-in-law's 　　room. His favorite mistress, the beautiful Ms. Qiu from South Korea, was there—dressed elegantly. The long 　　dining table was laden with a sumptuous feast of poultry, game, fruit, and seafood, a dazzling array. However, 　　preparations for the wedding had begun a month ago, and for the past ten days we'd been busy with this and that, eagerly awaiting tonight's 　　wedding night. We had no appetite for a lavish meal. 　　My father-in-law, adhering to custom, only began eating after three toasts, chatting as he ate. When I was about seven or eight tenths full, 　　he smiled and handed me a handkerchief, saying, "From now on, you can call me Dad." I gave my wife a secret 　　smile, thinking to myself, "You're still my grandfather!" 　　But then he continued, "I know your father is gone, and your mother hasn't been found yet. Once she is found..."

"Jiajia can call her Mom now." My wife smiled, her face flushed. If my father-in-law really knew about our relationship
, would he expect her to call herself Mom? Haha!
Cui Xiuyi stepped in, bowing four times before speaking, "Boss, the room is ready. Mr. Xing
has officially moved into the vice president's room."
My father-in-law glanced at the clock on the wall and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, it's past eight o'clock. A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold
. You two should hurry over!"
My mother and wife stood up first, saying, "I'll go and prepare first. You chat with Dad for a while longer
, then come back in half an hour." Then she gave me a sly smile. I had a sudden thought; I knew she must have arranged
something very exciting.
The short half hour made me feel uncomfortable. I chatted idly with my father-in-law, but my mind
was already with my mother. Suddenly, my father-in-law slammed his hand on the table and laughed, "Go on! Child, Jiajia is getting impatient over there
."
The door closed, and I immediately ran off, even using my light-footed skill to catch a cicada. Damn it! The door
was locked. I swiped my card, and it prompted me for a password to activate it. Frustrating! My already rock-hard
penis immediately went limp. I clicked the "tip" button next to it, which showed "
The day we first met." No problem! I immediately entered the date of my heroic rescue, but a
huge error flashed. What else could it be? Hey! Right, we're mother and son, so our first
meeting should be my birthday. Quickly, I entered it! Guessed right, the door clicked open.
Sure enough, the second door was locked too. After swiping the card, it asked for a password, prompting "
The place where you first entered and exited my body." This wasn't difficult. I quickly entered "Xinglong Mountain," another error. Then
I entered "Xinglong Mountain Hot Spring," still wrong. This doesn't make sense! Then I entered "Hot Spring," still wrong. Damn
it, I can't possibly remember the room number! I really wanted to smash the machine and break down the door! Ah, thinking back to the first hurdle,
I've got it! I entered the name of my birth village, bingo! These codes are clearly designed to enhance
the incestuous atmosphere between us!
After entering, there's her huge office, similar in layout to my grandfather's. Further in is the bedroom, the door
still locked. This door doesn't have a code, how am I supposed to open it? I knocked, no response. Looks like I'll have to
find clues myself. Looking around, I found a chessboard on the desk. This crystal chessboard is
an art piece; Mom bought it because she liked looking at it, and she almost never plays with it. Placing it on the desk tonight must
be significant. It's a chess endgame, with both sides having few pieces left. Black's knight
and three pawns are surrounding White's king, but Black is also in danger; White's castle and
the bishop on the distant diagonal are eyeing the Black king. However, the queen is gone, so it can't be the secret passage
leading to the bride. I'm not good at chess,
so it would be too difficult if my bride's mother wanted me to uncover the chessboard to open the door. She definitely wouldn't do that! But after repeatedly checking the chessboard and pieces, I couldn't find any tricks
! What was going on?
Suddenly, I noticed several Chinese chess pieces on the usually empty tea table.
There was a Chinese chess board carved on that table, but it was just for decoration. The sudden addition of pieces today
must have a purpose. I looked closer, and sure enough, it had a hidden meaning! The Chinese chess pieces on the table
corresponded perfectly to the pieces left on the chessboard—General, King, Chariot, Elephant, Horse, Pawn. I quickly copied the chess endgame
onto the Chinese chess board. Although chess moves on squares and Chinese chess moves along lines, and the number of squares
differs, this endgame was perfectly replicated today, clearly a result of my mother's careful planning.
I arranged them, but it didn't seem particularly special. Ironwood's chess pieces are completely solid; there's no way he could be hiding
a key or anything like that. What could be the clue? The clock on the wall is already past nine, it's making me anxious!
Hey! Suddenly I realize something's wrong. The three pawns of the red side are surrounding their own knight. This wouldn't be
a problem in international chess, but it's not right in Chinese chess because they've blocked their knight's movement from three directions,
rendering the knight a mere decoration, unable to pose any threat to the "general." It seems the clue lies in this "knight
." This year is the Year of the Horse, and then what? Neither of us were born in the Year of the Horse! Let's see if there's anything else related to horses in this room
. After searching for about ten minutes, besides a square painting of "Horse Trampling the Universe" on the wall opposite the desk
, there are no other horses. That painting has been there since I first entered this room; there's no way it could be hiding anything else
! Although my uncle is skilled in some strange and ingenious methods with objects, I've never heard of him putting a key inside a framed painting or
calligraphy.
A horse trampling the heavens and earth... what does it all mean? That's right! The name of this room is Tai (泰), the hexagram
of which is Kun (坤) above Qian (乾). So, the three dark lines on the floor near the entrance, similar to those in my father-in-law's room,
and the desk, tea table, two-section sofa, and staggered bookshelves at one end form the Kun hexagram. So
, the horse must be above my head. Ah! I'm so blind! I always mistook the notched round hanging lamp above
for a lotus leaf. Isn't that a horse's hoof stepping down from the sky? I leaped up, tried several times, and sure enough,
I found the long-awaited key on the edge of the lamp.
It was exactly 9:30 when I opened the door, the Si hour, a very auspicious sign of a beginning and an end. Inside, two large lanterns
emitted an ambiguous red glow. The bride's mother, dressed in a red cheongsam, sat sideways on the edge of the wedding bed, gazing at me tenderly
. Her blonde hair was styled in a traditional Chinese bridal updo, adorned with a vibrant rose.
A string of pearl earrings dangled from her ears, and a matching pearl necklace graced her neck. The high neckline reached her neck, but
a small slit at the chest revealed a glimpse of her full breasts and a deep cleavage. The cheongsam was decorated with gold-embossed dragon and phoenix
motifs, a fitting symbol of marriage. The skirt was extremely short, practically a mini-skirt, with
slits on both sides revealing red stockings covering her snow-white thighs. On her feet were crimson crisscross-buckle high heels, the 12cm
heels shaped like delicate dragon pillars. My mother had really gone to great lengths for today!
"You brat, why did it take you so long to come in? Tonight is our wedding night!"
My heart pounded, and I swallowed hard before asking, "Mom, why aren't you wearing your ethnic costume?"
"Didn't you just wear it at noon? I don't like that chubby skirt; it makes me look so bulky."
"No, I meant the Bai wedding dress." "
Oh, that? Actually, I've hardly ever worn those clothes since I was little. It's only when some important person comes
to visit that the state representative makes us wear our ethnic costumes as a formality."
Actually, I was just making conversation; I might as well get to the point! I pounced on her, pulled her to my chest
, and started a deep kiss. We finally separated, leaving a long trail of moisture, which I quickly
sucked back into my mouth. Mom had the same thought, and after a struggle, we kissed again. I gently laid her back on
the bed, my hand secretly reaching for the buttons of her cheongsam, but she grabbed it. I couldn't help but sit up,
staring intently into her eyes.
Her eyes were alluring, and she smiled slightly, saying, "Good boy, sit down first, let me do it!"
As if hypnotized, I obediently sat on the edge of the bed, letting her slender hands undo my pants
. My little brother stood erect, eagerly awaiting my mother's arrival. My mother's dimples appeared, and her lips curved upwards, clearly
satisfied with its performance. She then gently tapped the glans with her fingertip as a reward.
Unfortunately, she suddenly stood up and turned her back to me, leaving me somewhat bewildered. I quickly understood
her intention. She lifted her skirt, her fingers gripping the sides of her red thong, slowly pulling it down, her hips
swaying as she watched me, drooling. The thong was now off her right leg, and just as it was about to slip off her left, I couldn't help but say
, "Just leave it on!" I loved the way the thong hung around her ankles when I was penetrating her.
To my surprise, she continued to pull it off, hooking it on her little finger and laughing as she swung it, "Silly boy, you have to listen to
Mommy today!" She then brought her panties to the base of my penis, and with a flick of her finger, she actually tied a knot there
. I was stunned! The silk panties rubbed against the flesh of my shaft, a tingling, itchy sensation that made my glans stand even higher.
"From now on, this is mine, husband!" Before she finished speaking, her mouth was already on my glans, sometimes
deep, sometimes shallow, her cool tongue sliding over it, occasionally nibbling with her teeth. Her left hand was simultaneously stroking
my shaft, while her right hand gently caressed my testicles. Ah! That felt fucking good! Or rather, my mom really made it
feel good!
Smelling her naturally emanating pure yin energy, the dragon pearl on my shaft was already faintly visible,
and the primordial yang energy emanating from her aroused her, causing her to moan softly.
Seven dragon balls were fully erect, but Mom stopped moving, grasped my penis with both hands, looked up at me intently
, and gently touched the soft spot at the base with her thumb. I couldn't help but plead, "Mom, don't stop, let me cum
!"
"Children are just impatient." Mom reached out and untied the knot of her panties, but didn't remove them from my penis; she
simply adjusted their position so that the crotch of her panties covered my glans. I then felt that the crotch of her panties
was already wet; it seemed she had been aroused for a while.
Mom's bright red lips took my glans into her mouth again. Although there was a thin layer of silk in between, the erotic
atmosphere was even more intense. I couldn't help but start thrusting my hips, pumping in and out of her mouth. Her tender, soft
tongue roamed over the glans, urethral opening, and shaft, sometimes gently sucking on the glans, sometimes
carefully licking it from top to bottom, like a child eating ice cream.
On their wedding night, the bride was giving the groom oral sex in this way, which was already the ultimate pleasure in the boudoir. Moreover, we
were bound by the incestuous bond between mother and son, and the thought of this almost made me ejaculate. My mother clearly noticed my
reaction, and her head and hands moved even faster. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer; after all,
under her innate yin energy, I was just an ordinary man. The powerful ejaculation penetrated the silk and entered my mouth, lasting about ten
seconds before finally ending. Throughout the entire process, my mother's small mouth held my glans tightly, not wanting a single drop of
semen to escape. She first used her tongue to gather the semen in her mouth under her tongue before slowly withdrawing my glans,
sucking hard as she did so, making me shudder again.
Once my glans was completely away from her lips, she carefully removed my underwear and meticulously cleaned
my glans and shaft with her tongue, licking almost every pubic hair clean. Then, she triumphantly picked up
my underwear, sucking the remaining semen from the crotch into her mouth little by little, finally taking a deep sip from the crotch
to ensure nothing was missed. Then, as if showing off, she stuck out her tongue, already covered in white semen, and
swallowed it in one gulp. She stuck out her tongue again, revealing its rosy color. I felt a lump in my throat and said, moved, "Thank you ,
Mom, my wife!"
"Your Nine Yang True Essence is a real treasure, Mom got lucky!" While Nine Yang True Essence is indeed a nourishing substance for women
, swallowing it doesn't have much effect; she was just joking.
"Dear Mom, where did you learn this trick?"
Mom rested her head on my lap and replied in a voice barely above a whisper, "Don't laugh, I
saw it in AVs."
"Hahaha, Mom is so amazing! But I've watched so many AVs, how come I've never seen this move before?"
Looking at her adorable expression, I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her rosy, delicate face.
She seemed to enjoy my touch, gently swaying her head like a kitten, savoring my caresses, her face
filled with blissful joy. After a few minutes, she laughed and said, "You always watch those uncensored ones, it's just white
flesh moving around, of course it's not as interesting as the censored ones." Looks like I'll have to download some censored ones
to learn from sometime.
"Now it's my turn!" After enjoying a short moment of warmth, I stood up, ready to put my mother back on
the bed, but she stopped me with her hand.
"What's wrong?"
"Honey, don't rush. Go out for a minute, then come back in." My mother, my wife
, grabbed my hand and started pushing me out.
"Is there...is there anything else?"
"Shh..." She made a shushing gesture, her face showing a mother's reproachful expression towards her son,
and continued, "One minute, baby. You've waited over twenty years, what's one more minute?"
"Don't lock the door again."
"Ugh..." she said, already pushing me out the door.
That long minute felt like an eternity; my mind was filled with molten lava about to erupt, my body felt like it was crawling
with ants, my mouth was dry, and my erect penis was throbbing with thirst, practically ready to poke a hole in the wall
.
Back in the bedroom, my wife was sitting in the same position as before, seemingly without any special plans. I
raised my hands in a questioning gesture, and she gave me a pouty kiss from afar before laughing
, "Honey, do you remember my little panties from earlier? They're hidden in this bedroom now. If
you find them in three minutes, I'm completely yours."
"How is that possible? Just looking at all the clothes cabinets, drawers, and shoe racks, I might not
find them even by tomorrow night!" I complained, pointing to the four floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Behind them was a walk-in closet about half the size of a bedroom
, filled with my mother and wife's countless items. What's terrifying is that such "arsenals" exist in Singapore, Bangkok
, Seoul, Busan, Tokyo, and several major Chinese cities. Heaven knows what she needs so many clothes,
shoes, handbags, stockings, and underwear for. Women dress to please themselves, but I've never seen her wear many of these clothes
.
"Don't worry, they're not in there, only within the area of this wedding bed. Simple, right?" She said, already overturning
the emerald hourglass on the bedside table.
Quick as a flash, I started searching, first under the bed—nothing. I lifted the bedspread, cups
, sheets, even pillowcases, reaching inside to check—still nothing. Looking at the hourglass, it was
almost half empty. Oh dear! Could this be another trap? But underwear is a tangible
thing; it can't be replaced with something else! Right, the bedside table—strictly speaking, it's part of the bed too.
Still nothing! I even checked the gaps in the drawers.
"Come on, just one minute left!" Watching Mom calmly grip a bedpost, her right hand
moving back and forth on it as if caressing a penis. Her two beautiful, red legs were crossed, swaying slightly
. Wait, something's off about her movements. Gradually, I realized something was wrong. Hahaha! I got it
!
I leaped onto the bed, scooped up my stunning mother, and gently lifted her above my head. Her long, stockinged
legs rested on my shoulders. My hands cupped her shapely buttocks, and I buried my face in her vagina, probing with my tongue. Mom laughed
hysterically: "You naughty son, how did you find out?"
I didn't bother to answer. My tongue had already touched the thong's strap in her warm, moist vagina. I carefully
probed for the right spot, then slowly pulled it out. Don't worry about my tongue's strength. When practicing,
I can stack pea-sized wild fruits on the tip of my tongue like a human pyramid; I can stack seven layers . It
requires extremely high control over strength and balance. Such a powerful tongue is no less powerful than an ordinary man's genitals, and it far
surpasses them in flexibility.
"Ugh..." "Ugh..." "Oh... you brat! Your tongue is too..." "Ugh..." Sure enough, after a while, my
bride was already speechless.
Her panties were already mostly out. I deliberately slowed down the pace, deliberately letting my tongue linger inside, licking and thrusting,
and occasionally sweeping around one side of her flesh. The lustful fluid that flowed out was enough to fill me up. Although the lustful fluid of a woman of the Nine Yin
has no aphrodisiac effects, it is fragrant and slightly sweet, like diluted acacia honey water (with a little sea salt added). I opened my mouth to sip
, and my mother's cries were already out of control: "Ah...oh...bad, bad husband...wooo!" "
Mommy wants..." Her right hand grabbed my ear, her left hand held the back of my head, the heel of her red high heel was already
embedded in my back, and the flower ornament in her hair was long gone.
"What does my wife want, Mommy?" I couldn't help but stop and looked up to laugh.
"No, don't stop!" My wife's nails dug into my ear.
"Gently, my ear!"
"Hurry up! Stop talking nonsense!" My wife didn't seem to be letting go.
I straightened my tongue and pushed my panties back into my honey hole, the silk and water meeting made a strange squeaking sound, and my mother
pinched my neck with her left hand, laughing and scolding, "You're so annoying!"
"I can't help it! I've gone over time! I can't do anything tonight."
"What?"
"Mommy can see for herself, the hourglass has run out, and I still haven't found my panties." As she spoke, I lifted her off my shoulder
, held her legs and hugged her to my chest, like a child being held to pee.
She was so embarrassed she couldn't lift her head, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't say you couldn't do anything if I found the underwear after a certain time
!"
"Hehe, is that so? That's good then. So, Mom, tell your son, what do you want your son to do?" I
asked with a wicked smile, pressing my lips to her reddened ear.
"Do what you're supposed to do!" she whispered, biting her lip, her breath ragged.
"Son, you're silly, you don't know what 'what you're supposed to do' means, Mom has to teach me!" After saying that, I opened my mouth and sucked on her
earlobe, slowly licking it inch by inch.
"Ugh!" "Oh!" "You naughty son! It's what a husband should do to his wife!" she finally
shouted out loud.
"A husband has to love his wife, I love you very much, wife!" I gently pulled her to lie on her side in my arms
, and lowered my head to kiss her cheek. My upper body was acting out a tender Korean drama, but my lower body was hard and pressing
against her buttocks.
"You brat! A husband has to do his wife's thing for it to be proper."
"Haha, you finally said it! What a wonderful wife!"
"I'm so embarrassed, you naughty husband."
"Then let's go all the way. Tell me, how does a husband do his thing?"
Mom covered her face, spitting out, "Oh, no! Come on, please, my dear
husband!"
"Good girl, my dear wife. We've finally come this far, through so much hardship, can't you
just say it? Didn't we promise that we could tell each other everything without reservation? Come on
, my darling wife, don't cover your face, look at me and say it out loud." As I spoke, my right thumb
pressed against her mons pubis, my finger gently rubbing her clitoris. Soon, fluid had flowed down her wrist
.
Mom slowly moved her hand away, her tightly closed eyes slowly opening, and she pouted at me as if in a huff. Gradually, we
found a deep love in each other's eyes, and she finally said in a serious voice, "Husband, insert your penis into your wife's
vagina! Let us become one, never to be separated again!"
Finally hearing the lines I had been waiting for, I lowered my head and gave her a deep kiss, carefully placing her back on the wedding
bed. I held her ankles, encased in red high heels, and lifted them high, then spread them wide apart, forming a
V-shape. I used my teeth to pull out her thong, which had turned purplish-red, making a sizzling sound, which made her moan softly. My legs
came between her thighs, and my penis rubbed up and down against her labia, teasing her engorged labia majora and minora,
deliberately slipping away each time it reached the entrance. My wife knew I was teasing her and began to actively arch her back to catch my penis. Unfortunately, that red-
headed general was very cunning, dodging and weaving very nimbly, and I could never get it in. Gradually, she grew tired,
moaning and scolding, "I've already told you, what more do you want?"
"Wife, can I go without a condom tonight?" Ever since she found out we were mother and son,
Han Zhijia insisted I wear a condom every time we slept together. Because I always ejaculated real semen during intercourse,
she was worried about getting pregnant, afraid of giving birth to a "baby with a pig's tail."
"Hmm—" she hesitated.
I used my mouth to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time. Oh! She wasn't wearing a bra, just nipple covers. I
continued to bite off the film covering her nipples with my teeth; her naturally yin constitution perfectly ensured a continuous high level of estrogen
secretion, and her full breasts remained proudly erect like a twenty-year-old girl's. First I licked, then sucked, then switched to
gentle touches, and even some soft nibbling. My lower body wasn't idle either; the speed and force of my penis rubbing against her mons pubis
continued to increase, and the mucus slowly overflowing from her vagina had already soaked the entire glans.
Watching her skin gradually turn pink, and her breathing becoming uncontrollable, I pleaded in her ear, "Please
, wife! Tonight is our wedding night, come on!"
"Ah... Ah... Come on, come on! Hurry up and come in, you brat, ah—Mommy can't—take it anymore
!"
"Okay, little tadpole is coming to Mommy!" Before the words were finished, I had already inserted myself, and it was all the way in
, the glans directly hitting the narrow entrance. Mommy was about to scold me, but the sudden entry of my penis made her
speechless, her mouth forming an "O" shape. At the same time, tears seeped from the corners of her eyes, and my nose tingled; I
almost cried too. With a powerful thrust of his arms, he lifted his mother's legs, almost sitting on her buttocks. Then,
he began a full-force thrust, using his human jackhammer technique to penetrate deep inside with each stroke, releasing
seven "dragon balls" to stimulate her three layers of flesh and G-spot. The squelching sounds grew louder, and sticky, slippery
fluids continuously overflowed from their point of contact, soon soaking the sheets beneath them completely.
After about ten minutes, her vagina began to pulsate rapidly and subtly, her waist trembling back and forth, her legs
tightly clasped behind my head, the heels clicking against each other. My lower back began to tingle, and I could feel
the boiling semen in my scrotum. We were about to climax, the union of Yin and Yang, the pleasure
originating from the senses and flesh, extending to the depths of emotion and even the soul—a thoroughly exhilarating experience, both the ultimate
pleasure of sexual intercourse and a subtle form of spiritual cultivation. Therefore, I didn't need to use any extra tricks
; I simply satisfied my mother with the most basic and primal strength. That was enough. I stopped licking her nipples,
moved my mouth to her ear, and breathed, "Hoo, Mom, I'm coming! I'll always love you!" "
Mmm...ah...oh, my...my good...good son, Mom—also...always...
loves you. Shoot...shoot inside! Shoot into...Mommy's womb, let Mom...give...give...you a
child! Ah...!" Her voice seemed to come from distant clouds.
Two torrents collided deep within our joined genitals, like a nuclear explosion. Our bodies and minds merged, reaching the highest heavens
. The purest yin and yang essences fused, refined, and fed back into our bodies, making our innate energy
even stronger. I must admit that Yin is indeed superior to Yang. I still needed to cultivate and refine it myself, while my mother, who
knew no cultivation techniques, could absorb it automatically. If it weren't for our blood relation, I would have been
completely defeated by her. There was no way around it; it was fate. My son and I were born to be "against human ethics" in order to "accord with the way of Heaven
." After this process, the chances of us conceiving through intercourse were extremely slim. Using a condom was merely an excuse my mother
used to justify her incestuous situation, allowing us to enjoy this immoral love with a clear conscience. However, if even one
sperm managed to slip through the net and find its "friend" in my mother's secret chamber, successfully implanting, then that would be destiny!
That night, we experienced nine orgasms together, symbolizing a long and lasting union. Afterwards, I kept my penis inside
my mother's vagina as we slept in each other's arms until the morning erection woke us both the next day, followed by another intense
act of intercourse. Our wedding night was almost perfect; the only regret was that my long-desired white wedding dress couldn't be worn—
we were too deeply in love that night, and I couldn't find an opportunity for my mother to change clothes again. The next day, although she was willing to try
wearing a white wedding dress to rekindle our romance, after a while, I lost interest and gave up. Now
, thinking back, perhaps this could happen with Zhu Yuting someday. Although they couldn't be legally married,
she probably wouldn't object to making love while wearing a white wedding dress, a symbol of purity. The next day,
Zhu
Yuting specially invited Tingting over for dinner, a kind of informal "recognition of daughter" ceremony.
Tingting arrived at 9:30 am, bringing bags of gifts, including red wine, cosmetics, and beauty supplements
. Tingting was a very thoughtful girl. If it were Lingling, she probably would have just come casually, only
thinking of a grand return dinner, definitely at the most expensive place in Linjiang, but
she wouldn't have thought of these subtle details.
Wearing a beige lace-trimmed blouse, a gray-brown knee-length skirt, and blue heels,
she looked a bit like a little girl from a fairy tale, completely unimaginable as a skilled fighter. Zhu Yuting and Tingting
seemed to have a special understanding, perhaps because their names were similar, except that Yuting initially scolded Tingting for not doing so.
She left the hospital without permission, making it difficult for her to find my phone number. After a few casual words, we became very intimate, and soon
we were preparing food together in the kitchen. Tingting's gaze towards me was relatively normal today, so I relaxed quite a
bit. Her so-called crush on me was probably just a girl's fleeting fantasy or her godfather's wishful thinking.
Listening to their constant laughter in the kitchen, I was actually quite bored. The front door slammed open, and I quickly went to the door
. It was Xing Yun, that little girl. She smiled as soon as she saw me, like a blooming daisy. She wore a white
linen cotton dress, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, which quite accentuated her figure. Flesh-colored stockings and white mid-heeled shoes made her look
rather cute. However, this little girl has been holding the key to this place for so long, which is really troublesome. Who knows, if she catches me in the middle of a battle with Yuting, it'll be game over. I'll have to find an opportunity 　　to confiscate her key
next time . 　　She smiled and said, "Hello, brother/uncle! Is Auntie here?" 　　"Yes, come in and sit down!" 　　Yu Ting had already heard the door close and came out. Seeing that it was Xing Yun, she immediately said happily, "Oh! It's Xiao Yun 　　! What brings you here all day?" Tingting also came out and greeted her with a laugh, "Hello, Sister Xing!" 　　Zhu Yu Ting took Tingting's hand and said with a smile, "You can just call me sister from now on. You're my goddaughter now 　　." 　　"Hehe! Congratulations, Auntie, on taking in a heroine as your daughter." Xing Yun was very good at playing along. 　　After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zhu Yu Ting invited Xing Yun to sit down and watch TV, and then pulled Tingting into the kitchen. 　　After sitting down, Xing Yun first glanced at the TV aimlessly for a few moments, and then fiddled with the various fruits on the coffee table 　　. Feeling the atmosphere was a bit awkward, I could only say, "Do you want some rice cake? I bought a pound at the market this morning. 　　The one you recommended last time is really delicious, and Sister Ting especially loves it." 　　"Hehe, you like it? That's good! I think it's especially delicious. But you shouldn't eat it now, it'll 　　be almost time for dinner soon, and if you don't eat enough, Auntie will scold me." 　　"Oh, my cousin can scold people? I thought she was just a nice guy." 　　"When I used to come for tutoring, she was very strict with me. Uncle is more like a nice guy." As Xing 　　Yun spoke, she intentionally or unintentionally moved half a meter closer to me. 　　"Oh, I've only met my cousin-in-law a few times. He seems like a quiet person." 　　"My third uncle is a very nice man, but he's not very good at social interactions. Sigh, let's not talk about him, my aunt might not like that 　　. Uncle, you can take this phone!" As she spoke, she took out a brand new 　　iPhone from her white handbag. I took the phone and examined it closely, realizing it was obviously brand new, so I quickly refused. Xing 　　Yun explained that it was a group purchase from her company, and the internal price was very cheap. She told me not to worry about it. Worried that refusing would make her throw a tantrum, 　　and besides, this amount of money was probably just a drop in the ocean for her, I politely accepted it after a few more words. Then she 　　patiently helped me change the SIM card and set up the phone, making me feel like a primary school student listening to her lecture. 　　Finally, dinner was served: steamed fish, Dongpo pork knuckle, braised lion's head meatballs… quite a feast! Xing Yun munched 　　on a honey-glazed chicken leg while praising my aunt's superb cooking skills, and the three women happily chatted about cooking. I'd always thought Tingting 　　was clueless about housework, but I was surprised to find she was surprisingly knowledgeable about it. It seems she's become 　　more and more of a woman these past two years. For some reason, the phrase "first love" suddenly popped into my head, but it vanished in an instant 　　, and I didn't dare dwell on it. They were chatting happily, and I was glad I didn't have to say anything and could just focus on my food. 　　Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Yuting, who was closest to the door, went to open it. Another burst of laughter followed, and the uninvited guests 　　turned out to be Xing Cui and her daughter. Apparently, the car insurance was sorted out, so they came to deliver it. The only man in their family had passed away not 　　long ago, but the two women didn't seem particularly saddened; they even had the mind to deliver insurance documents. Wasn't 　　that a bit too much mourning? 　　I didn't think these two women were there to deliver insurance policies at all. Zhang Xiaoying looked impatient, simply 　　greeted everyone, and then sat down to eat quietly. The moment Xing Cui entered and saw 　　me, a strange look appeared on her face, and she kept glancing at me while we ate. Could she have figured out who I was?! 　　But after so many years, there was no way she could recognize me as Xing Kun; I was just a child back then. 　　My mother's claim that I looked exactly like my father was purely an imagination based on her lingering memories of her teenage years. 　　It's normal to think we look alike; if she really thought we were father and son at first glance, she'd probably have to carefully compare a photo. 　　Besides, my father has been disheveled for years; Xing Cui probably wouldn't easily recall him as a young heartthrob. 　　After dinner, Tingting followed Yuting into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Zhang Xiaoying, dressed in a gray suit and skirt, started lying 　　on the sofa to the side, head down, playing on her phone. Her incredibly long, perfectly proportioned legs lay flat on the sofa, sheer, shiny 　　stockings encasing her slender, shapely body, like jade sculpted. Her legs kept shifting positions 　　... Damn! I really wanted to take her right there! Xing Yun continued teaching me how to use the smartphone. The two cousins 　　didn't exchange a single word from beginning to end, not even a glance. These rich girls are really hard to please 　　. If I were there as their brother, it would probably be even more awkward. 　　After eating, Xing Cui went to the balcony to sunbathe. Not long after, she returned indoors and said, "It's been a long time since I've been here 　　. I wanted to take another look." Her words seemed to be directed at me, yet also to herself. Before I could react, 　　she had already gone into the inner room. Damn! Is this woman plotting something? Unfortunately, I'm not the host, and 　　it's not convenient for me to speak up and stop her. Thinking about it carefully, I haven't used any condoms, my clothes are in my own room 　　, and the sheets in the master bedroom were changed this morning. There shouldn't be any evidence left. This was originally 　　a preparation in case Tingting came today, but I didn't expect it to come in handy with Xing Cui. However, I wasn't entirely 　　sure, so listening to Xing Cui pacing back and forth in the room, I was still a little worried. 　　Finally, Zhu Yuting and her daughter finished cleaning up the kitchen and came out. Before I could say anything, Xing Cui had already emerged from the inner room 　　, her face beaming with joy. I was secretly alarmed; had she found something? While I was lost in thought, she 　　plopped down on the sofa next to me, wearing a light purple-gold fitted shirt and a leopard-print mini-skirt that 　　accentuated her hot figure. What was even more shocking was that she had also exaggeratedly placed her legs, encased in sheer stockings, on the sofa.

I handed it to her. The other four women looked somewhat surprised, and I quickly moved to the side.
Xing Cui chuckled, "Yu Ting, your handsome cousin is quite shy!" She then moved
a few steps closer to me. "Don't be nervous, handsome boy, I won't bite you. I just think sitting here lets me get some sun
. Why are you young people so nervous?"
Yu Ting, who had been a little uncomfortable, immediately relaxed after hearing Xing Cui's explanation. Tingting
winked at me teasingly. Xing Yun didn't react much, just moved a little further to give me
room to move. Zhang Xiaoying's puzzled expression only flashed for a moment before she continued playing on her phone, as if we were just
strangers who had met by chance.
Xing Cui smiled faintly again and said, "Yu Ting, how come I've never met your cousin before?"
Zhu Yu Ting wasn't good with words, and worried that I might give myself away, I quickly took over the conversation: "My home is in Yuanjiang
, but I went to middle school in Linjiang, so I've been in contact with Sister Ting
's family more often. But I went to work in the provincial capital and haven't been back much, so I haven't had a chance to visit my cousin's husband's family. I'm really sorry!"
"I see!" Xing Cui smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents, and with her pink lipstick, she had a rather alluring
charm. "Last time your cousin said you went to work in another city, how come you came back so quickly? And you've even stayed here
." She deliberately emphasized the words "stayed here," which made Yu Ting blush instantly.
"It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I lost my job in the provincial capital, so I thought I'd try my luck in Linjiang.
"
"Linjiang does offer more opportunities than Yuanjiang, so it's a good idea to give it a try. Which university did you graduate from? What was your
major? I have connections; maybe I can introduce you to someone."
"Uh, Sister Xing, I didn't go to university." Except for the first three years of elementary school, I
wandered around various places, changing schools six times in fifth grade alone. My academic studies were entirely taught by my master after I turned nine.
He had a vast collection of books, and I've read quite a few ancient texts. Later, I spent many years with my adoptive father in Southeast Asia, which
taught me seven or eight languages, making me much better at communication than some college students who only know how to do practice problems. But all of this won't
help me find a job easily. A resume with only elementary school education will go straight to the trash. I
can't exactly tell people I'm good at assassination and infiltration; the HR manager would probably secretly call a mental hospital.
"What skills do you have?"
"Don't worry about it, Cui Cui. Xiao Fei has already found a job at Huayou Hotel." Zhu Yuting
quickly answered, afraid I'd feel awkward.
I quickly added, "Yes, I got a security guard training job at Huayou. I was just
thinking of finding a place to move in, otherwise Sister Ting would be asking me for rent."
Xing Cui patted my shoulder unexpectedly and then laughed, "What a coincidence! I happen to
have a house near Huayou. I renovated it for Yingying to live in, but that girl was too lazy to take care of herself
and came back home to stay after less than a month. The house has been empty, and it has everything you need, so you can move in right away."
"How can I accept this?" I quickly declined politely.
"You're Yuting's cousin, so you're related to us. It's just a small favor. The house is empty anyway, so we'll give you
a 50% discount on rent, and you can even try it for free for a month." As Xing Cui spoke, her toe seemed to accidentally brush
against my thigh. I moved a few inches closer to Xing Yun, who seemed to have nowhere to retreat either,
leaning slightly against my arm, leaving me in a dilemma.
Since things had come to this point, I could only make something up: "How about this, sister, I'll check into the hotel tomorrow
. If the hotel arranges accommodation, it'll save me trouble. If not, I'll contact you again, and I'll trouble
you then."
Xing Cui readily agreed and even asked for my phone number. Seeing that my phone was good, she added me on WeChat.
Zhang Xiaoying, who had been looking down at her phone, suddenly looked up and mentioned some news she'd seen on WeChat yesterday. Then, several women started chatting
about various ads and gossip on WeChat. Ugh! If I'd known they were so enthusiastic about WeChat, I
should have steered the conversation towards that topic from the start. There's a Western joke that says one woman is equal to five hundred ducks; I'm basically
in Duck Kingdom right now. What's even more troublesome is that Xing Cui keeps patting my back or shoulder while she's talking
, as if we're old friends. Could it be that my flirtatious aunt has developed feelings for me?
As a test, I secretly moved a little closer to her, my buttocks brushing against her stockinged toes.
I gently rubbed my glutes against her big toe. Xing Cui seemed completely oblivious, her voice, pace, and tone
remaining unchanged, but her green-dyed toes had slipped under my leg, even inching further in. The whole
movement was slow and subtle; apart from the two of us, the other four beauties were completely unaware.
Gradually, I grew bolder. I pretended to be looking at WeChat on my phone with my left hand, while my right hand, feigning fatigue, glided down
her neck, chest, and abdomen… and quietly placed next to her thigh, my fingers lightly brushing against her calf
. Xing Cui made no attempt to dodge, her delicate foot continuing to penetrate deeper into my leg. Damn! Her
toes touched my testicles! Because I was wearing capri pants at home, my sense of touch was extremely sensitive. Yes,
her toes were tickling my balls, it was so itchy, and what was worse, my penis was starting to get erect. If my little
brother really stood up, these breathable sweatpants wouldn't be able to hide it at all, and I'd definitely be
scorned by all five women! No, this dangerous game can't continue. I quickly coughed twice and said to myself, "Hey
, I ate too much salt at lunch, I'm going to get a glass of water." The women didn't react to my words at all, continuing their gossip.
Only Xing Cui quietly withdrew her little foot.
She carefully smoothed out her half-erect penis in the kitchen, then pretended to pour a glass of water, and swaggered
out. Huh! The seat I was in was now occupied by Xing Yun. She left her previous seat and
sat right next to Xing Cui, leaving me a large empty seat. But judging from her expression, she probably didn't notice anything inappropriate between Xing Cui and me
; she probably just wanted me to have more room. What a kind girl. I put the cup on the coffee table, and before I even sat
down, Xing Cui exclaimed, "Excuse me, I'm thirsty too! Ladies first, I'll take advantage!" She then
picked up the cup and took a sip. This woman is really hard to deal with. Fine, I'll drink it then, I'm not thirsty anyway.
"Oh dear, this is salt water! I can't drink it. Yuting, could you pour me a glass of plain water?" Damn it, I
clearly poured plain water! There's no salt or sugar in it, what nonsense!
Xing Cui happily took the glass of water from Yuting, took a small sip, and put it back on the coffee table. She then
pushed the glass of water back in front of me, chuckling, "Returning it to its rightful owner! Don't worry, I definitely don't have any infectious diseases." Then
she continued chatting with Yuting about the previous topic, and everything returned to normal. My heart, however, was pounding.
A pinkish residue remained on the glass in front of me—the outline of Xing Cui's lips. When she pushed the glass towards me, she
deliberately showed me the side with the lip print, as if in a show of defiance! This time, my mouth was genuinely dry. I picked up
the glass and drank from the lip print.
"Wait! Uncle, there's still some lipstick on it. Let me wipe it off for you." Xing Yun had actually seen it!
My cute cousin was quick-witted and pulled out a tissue to wipe away the lip print I was about to kiss.
"Hehe, Xiaoyun has sharp eyes, I didn't even notice." Xing Cui was quite nonchalant.
Around 3 PM, Xing Cui and her daughter left first, followed by Xing Yun. I was genuinely grateful to her
, since while the other women were chatting away, she was the only one who occasionally spoke to me. I closed the door, intending
to quickly go back to my room for a nap, but Yuting stopped me, specifically instructing Tingting to just call me "brother" from now on, without
the hassle of calling me "uncle." This relieved the three of us; we wouldn't have to worry about calling each other by the wrong name anymore.

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