Harmonious Life

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"Get up, the phone's ringing." A soft hand gently stroked my penis, while
a pair of . I opened my eyes.
"Go answer the phone." Mom released my penis and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains with a "whoosh
. "
I sat up in bed and walked naked to the phone, picking it up.
"Hello!" I said.
"Just getting up?" A melodious voice rang out from the other end.
"You know perfectly well what's up?" I said.
Just then, Mom was carrying my dirty clothes toward the bathroom. I pulled her into my arms.
"Listen carefully, eight o'clock tonight, the usual place. Don't oversleep." The melodious voice mocked me.
"None of your business. What's up this time?" I said, pressing Mom down beneath me and
slapping her lips with my penis.
"What's that sound?" The person on the other end seemed very interested in the sound.
"Answer my question first," I said, stopping slapping my mother's lips. She tossed my clothes
aside, then grabbed my penis with both hands, taking the glans into her mouth and sucking.
"You'll see when you get here," she said, hanging up.
"Boring," I said, putting the phone down. "A little harder, Mom."
"You're so troublesome so early in the morning," my mother said, spitting out my penis. Her hands gently gripped it
, stroking it quickly.
"Mom, you're making it feel good. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else," I said, shoving my penis back into her
mouth and pressing her head down with both hands, thrusting forcefully.
My mother had no choice but to keep my penis in her mouth, her hands tightly gripping my buttocks. Her
saliva dripped down my penis onto my testicles, then onto the floor. Seeing this, she immediately released my buttocks, pressing one hand against the base of my penis while the other played with my testicles, the saliva slowly disappearing between
my testicles and her hand. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating our bodies. My dark pubic hair stood out vividly in the light. The pleasure in my penis gradually intensified; I knew my climax was approaching. I pulled out my penis, lifted my mother up, and pressed her against the table, ripping down her pants with one hand. "Didn't we agree not to do that in the morning?" My mother's tone held a mixture of reluctance and delight. "We'll do it tomorrow." Without further ado, I ripped off her panties and thrust my penis into her warm vagina. "Ah...ah..." My mother cried out loudly with my rapid thrusting. As I thrust, I played with my mother's clitoris with one hand, while my other hand was already inside her clothes, playing with her nipples. The oral sex earlier had prepared me, so this time, the alarm bells for climax rang quickly . After a few moments of forceful thrusting, a gush of heat spurted from my penis. Taking advantage of this, I forcefully pushed my penis to my mother's cervix. "Phew...so good..." I let out a long breath, leaning against my mother's back. Mom rested on the table for a moment, then turned around and said, "Satisfied now, you little rascal?" "Mmm!" I said, kissing Mom's lips and tasting her tongue. "If you're satisfied, pull it out," Mom said, wriggling her body. "Hehe," I chuckled lewdly as I pulled out my penis, which was covered in a mixture of my and Mom's fluids. "Okay, go eat, you still have work to do," Mom said, picking up my dirty clothes from the floor and going into the bathroom. After I finished eating, I went back to my room and closed the door. I habitually turned on my computer and started working. I'm a website administrator, and my daily work involves managing a website online or finding new resources to add to my site to increase its traffic. Among many websites, my site is one of the few that is profitable, thanks to the efforts of my partners who work in a server room more than ten kilometers away. My work is sometimes busy, sometimes slow. I remember when I first started working, I was full of enthusiasm, determined . "Those with ambition set long-term goals, those without ambition constantly make resolutions." This saying is absolutely true. I'm someone without ambition. After working for half a year, my passion faded. Now, doing the same work feels tedious and boring. Fortunately, I have a certain salary, although not much, but enough for my mother and me to live on. My mother is an ordinary housewife, she doesn't work. My father died early, and there are no other relatives in the family, so it's just my mother and me relying on each other. Over time, things naturally happen. Now, my mother is both my mother and my wife, taking care of my life. My daily routine is a bit different from others. I often treat day as night and night as day, but my work doesn't allow it. So, after working in the morning, I take an afternoon nap, then go out at night and come back in the early morning . This habit wasn't formed, but rather due to a sudden event. "Ah..." I stretched and looked at the time. It was already past 11 a.m. At this moment, my mother came in, carrying my lunch. "Eat quickly, so you can sleep better," Mom said, placing the food on the table. "Mom, eat with me too," I said, pulling Mom to sit down next to me. "Okay," Mom said, sitting down beside me and putting a piece of meat in my mouth with her chopsticks. After dinner, Mom tidied my bed and then lay down with me. I lay in Mom's arms, sucking on her still-rosy nipple. "There's no milk left, yet you're still sucking so hard," Mom said, her hand groping inside my pants. "Hehe," I chuckled, then released Mom's nipple. And so, Mom touched my penis , and I touched Mom's nipple, and we both drifted off to sleep. Because of my habit, Mom gradually developed the habit of sleeping during the day and doing things at night. Usually, I would sleep until after 10 pm, but not today, because I had a task, so I woke up at 7 am . Mom was no longer in my room. I got out of bed and got dressed. "Be careful tonight, things have been going on outside lately," Mom said as she came in. "I will, Mom, wait for me at home," I said, kissing Mom's lips.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" Mom asked again.
"I'm not hungry yet," I said.
After stepping out of the house, I took a deep breath. The night air was so fresh. The streets were
brightly lit. I walked into a dark alley. Looking around to make sure no one was there, I stopped and
closed my eyes.
A warm current swirled through my legs, then rose up to my waist, finally gathering at my
chin. A ticklish sensation came from my chin, and at the same time, a few whiskers sprouted around my lips,
but instead of growing downwards, they grew to the sides.
I opened my eyes and looked at my hands. My nails had grown much longer, and my palms were much thicker.
"Ah!!" I roared, feeling a surge of power in my limbs. I leaped forward,
my body flying straight up for more than ten meters. Just as the upward momentum was about to stop, I pushed off
a nearby building with my feet, and my body flew up again.
The night view was exceptionally captivating. I weaved through skyscrapers, leaping from treetops to utility poles. After about ten
minutes I reached my destination: the top floor of the city's tallest building, the Huayang Building.
"Whoosh..." As soon as I landed, something flew past me with a whoosh. From
the sound it made, I could discern its size, speed, and force. I reached out and caught it.
"This is half of your reward for this mission. The other half, of course, will be given to you after you succeed,"
the silvery voice on the phone rang out behind me again.
I glanced at it; it was a paper package. I opened it and found several stacks of money inside.
"First, tell me what the mission is," I said, tossing the money back.
"Hmph, we've been working together for quite some time now, why are you still so cool?" she said,
emerging from the shadows.
An absolutely beautiful face, showing no signs of age, only youth. Her large eyes seemed to see right through you, but a hint of arrogance between her brows seemed incongruous
with her beauty . "We've been working together for a while now, don't you know my personality?" I said. "Hehe, it's only been two months since we last met, and you're still just as unforgiving," she laughed. "This mission is simple." As she spoke, she tossed a photograph into my hand. "She's the wife of Japanese parliamentarian Matsui. She came to China a week ago with a tour group and is returning to Japan in five days. But we've discovered that her trip to China wasn't just for tourism; she stole a lot of our secrets. Your job is to retrieve all of this, and without harming her, otherwise it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble." "Is it enough to just get the intelligence back? What if she's already sent it back to Japan?" I asked. "Don't worry, that's unlikely, because she's already under our surveillance. Since we're in the country, we can intercept any communication she uses, and we . But she's not that stupid; she's very cautious every day, and she has several bodyguards. But if her visa expires and she wants to return to Japan, we have no reason to stop her," she said. "Oh, why do I have to do this?" I asked. "Everyone else has their own tasks, and this one isn't difficult; I specially reserved it for you." She walked up to me, her lips less than three centimeters from mine. "How will you thank me?" She breathed on my face and slipped something into my pocket. "You…" I said softly, lifting her chin, my lips moving another centimeter closer. "What?" Her fair face flushed. "Did you eat onions tonight?" I said. "What?" She paused, startled. Taking advantage of the moment, I leaped into the air. "Hehe, I 'll thank you after I get it done." I landed on the opposite building. "You damn cat…" Her voice carried far through the night. I used to admire Superman and Batman; they always looked so cool, either flying or driving fancy cars. I used to idolize them, but I gradually forgot about them. As I grew older and became busy with work, my free time consisted mainly of communicating with my mother in bed. Gradually, I lost interest in both of them. But I never dared to imagine myself becoming that kind of person. As for why I have this ability, I don't know. It happened after my father passed away. His hearse was slowly making its way to the funeral home when I suddenly needed to use the restroom. My mother put me down, and on my way there, I was in a car accident and lost consciousness. While unconscious, I saw countless cats and people, but they all had cat ears and tails—they were probably cat-people. When I opened my eyes, I saw a doctor holding a syringe about to give me an injection, and I burst into tears. From then on, I had this ability. When I concentrate, my body generates cat energy ; I can easily jump onto tall buildings and race against cars. By chance, I met her—a woman with an angelic face, a silvery voice, but a devilish temper . She was a liaison for a mysterious organization, a secret government agency established to utilize civilian power to thwart actions detrimental to the country. The organization was extremely secretive; even after being a member for a long time didn't know much. Later, I heard that many people like me possessed supernatural abilities within it. I moved between various buildings, finally stopping on a telephone pole. I crouched down to rest briefly, then took out what she had slipped into my pocket. It was a photograph of a woman around forty years old, with short, black hair, not very large eyes, and sensual lips. Individually, her eyes and lips weren't particularly striking, but together they were incredibly beautiful—a woman past her prime, yet still possessing a captivating charm. I flipped the photograph over; on the back were written: Takayama Miko, 41 years old, 13th floor, Huatian Hotel, Room 135. I looked at it, then gripped the photograph tightly in my hand, channeling my spiritual energy. When I released it, the photograph had turned to ashes. The Huatian Hotel was a five-star hotel in the city; its unique exterior made it easy for me to find the location.

I stopped on the building closest to Huatian Hotel and looked at my surroundings. Huatian Hotel was
dozens of stories high. I looked at it, then jumped off the building. While still in mid-air, I withdrew
my powers and returned to my normal self.
I walked to the entrance and confidently entered the lobby. Looking around in a place like this
would definitely attract the attention of security. As soon as I entered, I quickly located the elevator, stepped inside,
and pressed the button for the thirteenth floor.
"Why choose such an unlucky number?" I muttered to myself.
The elevator stopped on the eighth floor, and three people entered—two men and a woman. They immediately pushed me
aside. I could only see the woman's hair because the two men were so tall.
"Could it be her?" I wondered.
The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor, and the three people got out. The moment they stepped out, I saw that
the woman was wearing a kimono. It was them! I was about to follow them when the elevator doors closed.
I stopped on the fourteenth floor and then went down the stairs to the thirteenth floor. Perhaps
because , it was very quiet. I arrived at room 135, but the door was locked. I glanced at it; I couldn't just
barge .
I went to room 137 next door and knocked, but no one answered. I knocked a few more times,
still no response. Just then, the security guards standing on either side of the corridor noticed me, and one of them approached.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" the guard asked.
"Oh, I forgot my keys. I think my wife might be inside," I blurted out the most pathetic
lie .
"Oh, please wait a moment, I'll go tell the front desk to bring the keys up," he said, taking out his walkie-talkie.
I sensed something was wrong and immediately channeled my spiritual power, breaking the lock by placing my hand on the doorknob.
"No need, she opened the door," I said, pushing the door open.
"Oh. Sorry to bother you," the guard said, turning off the walkie-talkie and returning to his
post .
I entered room 137. The room was dark; it seemed no one was living there. I immediately focused my
mind to restore my cat-human powers and then ran to the balcony.
The balcony of apartment 137 was about five meters away from that of apartment 135. That distance was no problem for me; I easily
darted across. Once on the balcony, I immediately crouched down and went to the large glass door. The door was locked.
I stuck my long, sharp fingernail into the keyhole and gently twisted it; the lock opened.
I slowly hid behind the curtains and peered inside.
"Ah!" I almost cried out. The room was a mess, with clothes scattered all over the floor.
On the bed, large enough for four people to sleep on, three people were engaged in vigorous activity. Two men had Takayama Miko
sandwiched between them; she was lying there like a dog, a short, dark penis in her mouth, while
another man was thrusting into her from behind.
I'm not a very strong-willed person, I've always been like that, even now that I have superpowers. My penis
hardened; it seemed my luck was pretty good. Thinking this, I suddenly rushed inside.
"Huh?" The three men were surprised to see me rush in. The two men, being former guards, immediately
grabbed their guns from the bedside table, but they were too slow. In the instant they grabbed their guns, I was already between them.
I jumped up and kicked them hard in the head.
"Thump! Thump!" Two muffled thuds followed, and the two men fell to the ground.
"You... what are you doing? Please don't hurt me." Takayama Miko looked panicked. She
spoke in broken Chinese, while covering her chest with her hands, but it was no use. Her breasts were large and far
exceeded the reach of her hands.
I waved my hand, and she flew up and crashed into the wall, then landed on the bed, her full, white buttocks exposed
before me. I walked to the bed, squatted down, and touched her clitoris with my fingers.
"Ah... ah... no..." She struggled desperately.
"Smack!" I slapped her buttocks hard, and she immediately quieted down. What a
slut .
I pulled her up and pinned her against the wall. Her two full breasts were deformed by the pressure. I
spread her legs and continued to play with her vulva with my fingers.
After playing for a while, I squatted down and observed her vulva. She had obviously shaved her pubic hair. I
inserted my fingers into her vagina and gently stirred them. Her labia and vaginal opening were very dark, indicating she had been to a lot of places. Her
labia were wrinkled, and a fishy smell emanated from her vaginal opening.
I looked at her vagina, then at her anus, stood up, took out my penis, spat
some saliva on the glans, and then forcefully pushed the glans into her anus.
"Ah..." she cried out loudly, and I immediately covered her mouth.
Her anus was so tight; it hurt a little when I thrust.
I casually thrust a few times and then pulled out my penis, releasing her body. She knelt weakly on the bed.
"Hehe," I laughed, then pressed my penis against her lips.
When she saw my penis, surprise flashed in her left eye, while her right eye was filled with longing.
My penis wasn't very big, but it was still substantial compared to the two Japanese men from before.
She carefully grasped my testicles, gently playing with them, then opened her mouth and took the glans in
. Her lips gripped the edge of the glans, sucking and gliding her tongue across it.
I lay down on the bed, and she knelt between my legs, sucking vigorously. Her small, nimble tongue
licked my testicles, then my anus, her soft hands stroking my penis up and down.
Her breasts swayed back and forth with her movements, captivating me. I lifted my left leg and
played with her nipples with my toes.
She made sounds of female arousal, her eyes filled with greed. Her
fingers slipped inside my clothes, touching my nipples, then her lips sucked even harder on my penis. Her
lips were indeed powerful; I felt like she was sucking the glans off.
I patted her head, and she stopped and looked at me. I pointed to her vulva and then to my penis.
She laughed, then stood up and straddled me. She grabbed my penis with one hand and used the other to spread
her vaginal opening. She didn't rush to penetrate me, but instead rubbed my glans back and forth against her clitoris.
She rubbed her clitoris against my urethra, the head of her clitoris already inside; she was actually going to penetrate me.
A trickle of fluid flowed from her vagina onto my glans. She
smeared the fluid on my glans with her clitoris before inserting my penis.
She rubbed her breasts with both hands and began to move them up and down. Her vagina was incredibly tight; I
hadn't expected a forty-one-year-old woman to have such a vagina.
I removed her hands and used my own to grasp her breasts, kneading them from side to side. The full breasts and
hard nipples stimulated my hands together, and I gently scratched her nipples with my fingernails.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Her moans were very rhythmic and professional, like
a heroine in a Japanese adult film. I straightened my upper body and then casually grabbed a towel and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Mmm...mmm..." The sounds became much softer. I lowered my head and took her breast into my mouth, biting her
nipple .
After a few thrusts, my pleasure was reaching its peak. I thrust a few more times and ejaculated inside her
vagina. If it were with my mother, I would definitely try my best to bring her to orgasm, but I had no obligation to
this woman.
After ejaculating, I lay on the bed, my penis still inside her vagina, not yet softened. She didn't give up
and continued to stroke me up and down. Although I had ejaculated, my penis remained
hard under her strokes.
After a while, her vagina began to writhe, the warm vaginal walls gripping my penis
tightly . She pulled the towel out of her mouth and lay on the bed, panting heavily.
I lay beside her, playing with her nipples with my fingers. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it, seemingly forgetting that
I was an intruder.
Her hands caressed my body, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, finally landing on my nipples.
Suddenly , a dagger appeared in her hand, and she stabbed at me. I immediately rolled off the bed and fell to the floor.
She stood on the bed and suddenly threw a dagger at me. I dodged, but then she pulled out a
gun. This was troublesome. I hadn't expected her to be so secretive. Although I have superpowers, my body is still flesh and blood; I
can't withstand a gun.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I deliberately stood still and rapidly stroked my penis back and forth.
Sure enough, she hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on my penis. That was enough. In an instant,
I moved behind her.
"Ah!" She tried to turn around, but it was too late. I gently tapped the back of her head, and she immediately
passed out.
After dealing with her, I sat on the bed. That was close. It seems her husband couldn't satisfy her. If she weren't
such a lustful woman, I would have been in real danger. If she had killed me while I was ejaculating, I would have had no chance to resist.
And while she was giving me oral sex, she could have easily tampered with my testicles.
"Looks like I'll have to be more careful from now on," I muttered to myself.
I laid the three of them side by side on the bed, then placed my fingers on Takayama Miko's head,
channeling power into her brain. A few minutes later, I found the information I needed. I used my spiritual power to
extract the information from her brain, erasing a portion of her memory in the process, as well as parts of the two guards' memories.
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"Hehe, you really didn't disappoint me, completing the mission so quickly." On
the rooftop , she handed me a bag. "Your reward is inside, more than you'll receive."
I took the bag, not counting the money inside, and slung it over my shoulder.
"Hey, you have to thank me after you've done what you said you'd do." She moved closer to me, her lips
only a centimeter away from mine.
I smelled a minty scent.
I put my arm around her waist and kissed her lips. Her hands tightly gripped my waist, her tongue
swirling wildly inside my lips, her hands moving from my waist towards my penis. I grabbed her hands
and released her lips.
"Ugh... why did you stop like that?" she pouted.
"Hehe, that's enough for today, we'll have a chance." I said, jumping up and landing
on the opposite building.
"You really are a damn cat." She shouted loudly.
PS: This is somewhat similar to my previous work, "The Healer," which was actually just some
thoughts after watching Spider-Man. I'm writing a chapter for everyone to see, so feel free to criticize...
Also, I'm not very good at many details, so this story was put together a bit hastily.
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"Get up quickly, you can't always sleep." My mother walked up to me and shouted, while forcefully
grabbing my testicles twice.
"I know... Heh..." I sat up in bed, the sunlight shining through the window felt
warm on my body, it would be a waste not to sleep in this kind of weather.
"You, so lazy, I told you last night not to ejaculate on the bed, look, you've stained the sheets again
." My mother ripped up the sheets and pointed to the semen stains.
"Don't blame me, Mom. You're so beautiful, of course I have to use
my semen ." I jumped behind Mom, hugging her waist, my penis gently
rubbing against her buttocks.
"Okay, stop fooling around. You bullied me this morning too," Mom said, swaying her body.
"You're both my mom and my wife, who else would I bully if not you?" I said,
kissing Mom on the cheek and squeezing her full, firm breasts.
"Okay, go eat. Didn't we say we were going shopping today?" Mom said.
"Oh, I almost forgot," I said, sitting at the table.
Actually, I don't really like going shopping, probably because I hate the hassle, but this time I had to go because we'd almost run out of food at home
, and we'd go hungry if we didn't go shopping soon.
After dinner, my mother and I went out together. Our house is on a not-so-bustling street in the city
, and there's a supermarket not far away. We usually go to that supermarket, but today my mother seemed to be in a
good , so I decided to sacrifice my sleep and accompany her for a good shopping trip.
Actually, shopping is just about going into stores and looking around; looking without buying is what shopping is all about. Although my mother is forty years old this year
, probably because of her natural beauty, she looks much younger than her actual age.
Her actions seemed even more incongruous, as she dragged me into several stores.
Finally, Mom pulled me into a large supermarket, but after wandering around for a while, we bought nothing except a pack
of chewing gum —actually, I hadn't let her buy anything.
"What's wrong? Let's hurry up and buy it so we can go back to sleep. Aren't you sleepy?" Mom said.
"It's okay, I'm not very sleepy today. We can go somewhere else to play; it's rare to have time." I said,
taking out a piece of chewing gum and putting it in Mom's mouth, then kissing her forehead.
"Okay," Mom said.
We wandered around like this all morning, and around noon, Mom found a ramen restaurant, and we decided
to have lunch there.
After going in, the waiter led us to a seat by the window.
"Two bowls of ramen, please," Mom said, taking out a tissue and handing it to me, "to wipe your sweat."
"Oh." I took the tissue and looked at a fast food restaurant across the street, where people were coming and going,
and it looked more popular than this place.
"What are you looking at?" Mom asked.
"That fast food restaurant, I think it's called something like McDonald's, is it newly opened?" I asked.
"I think so, it seems really crowded. Western food isn't very good, Chinese food is better, we've been eating it for
years ," Mom said.
"Of course, Chinese food culture is the best in the world," I said.
"Sir is right, but that restaurant has been open for more than half a year, and it's always this crowded,"
said the waitress who served us noodles.
I looked at the waitress, a young woman, wearing a blue uniform, which
was the first time I'd seen one like that. In other restaurants, waitresses always wore white, probably because white
looks cleaner.
"Why are there so many people there?" I asked.
"It's because that restaurant is a world-renowned brand, and young people like to follow trends, sigh! Many people
are that—thinking that eating Western food makes them foreigners," she sighed and then went back to
her room. "Don't look at them, let's eat noodles," Mom said.
I picked up my chopsticks and tried a bite of ramen. It tasted good, and the noodles were chewy, which made me feel very comfortable. I
quickly finished the bowl of noodles.
"Why are you eating so fast?" Mom said, putting some noodles from her bowl into mine.
"These are complimentary side dishes from our restaurant, please try them," the waiter said, bringing over two plates of side dishes.
"We're lucky," Mom said, putting a piece on my plate.
I ate a piece, "Not bad."
"Has something happened here?" Mom suddenly asked.
"To be honest, today is the last day our restaurant is open," the waiter said, her eyes filled with
tears.
"Why?" I put down my chopsticks and asked.
The waiter looked around, then took off her hat, revealing a head of beautiful hair. I then realized
she was very pretty; I had been captivated by her work clothes earlier.
"Our boss is very patriotic. Wherever there's a Western-style fast food restaurant, he opens a branch
there to compete with them. But this has caused us to run out of cash, so we have to close down."
Tears streamed down her face as she spoke. "I'm sorry to have disturbed your meal." She finished speaking and
left.
"Sigh, there's nothing we can do about it. Eat up, don't let their kindness go to waste," Mom said.
We finished eating quickly, paid the bill, and left the store.
"Okay, time to go buy something?" Mom said, taking my hand.
"Shall we ride that?" I said, pointing to something not far away.
"Oh? It's a Ferris wheel," Mom said, looking up.
"Yeah, I don't think I've ever ridden
one before," I said. "Okay, I'll ride it with you," Mom said, but I could tell she was excited too.
We walked to the Ferris wheel; there was a long queue. This Ferris wheel was very high and rotated very slowly,
perfect for enjoying the scenery.
After waiting for ages, it was finally our turn. I pulled Mom inside, closed the door, and the Ferris wheel started to
turn .
Mom leaned on my shoulder, looking at the scenery outside, her hand naturally resting on my leg. Breathing in
her scent, my penis started to get aroused.
"Mom. I want you," I whispered in her ear.
"Little devil, that's why I told you to ride this," Mom said, rubbing
my penis through her pants.
Mom didn't seem to object, so I quickly and skillfully unbuttoned her clothes, then pulled out
her full breasts. I opened my mouth and took one nipple into my mouth, while my hand reached inside her clothes to touch her other breast.
Mom's eyes were fixed outside, letting me suckle her nipple, her hand slowly undoing my
belt .
Suddenly, I remembered something, so I released Mom's breasts and pulled out my penis.
"Let's hurry, or this wheel will turn quickly,"
Mom laughed, kissing the head of my penis before kneeling on the chair, sticking out her white buttocks, and gripping the window with both hands
.
I touched Mom's vagina and found it a little dry, so I spat some saliva on the head of my penis and also smeared
some on the opening of Mom's vagina.
Mom forcefully spread her buttocks apart, then turned to look at me, signaling me to hurry up. I
thrust , my penis penetrating the place where I was born.
I held Mom's breasts and began to pump vigorously.
"Ah...ah..." Mom began to cry out, her vagina tightly gripping the invading penis.
I pressed myself against my mother's back, afraid to make any sudden movements, because the two Ferris wheel gondolas weren't far apart, and
any large movements would easily be seen by people behind us.
My mother turned around, stuck out her tongue, and I opened my mouth to take it in, gently sucking
on it while my lower body continued to thrust forcefully.
We needed to buy time, so I didn't deliberately suppress my climax, but instead thrust and pumped hard
, each time I pulled out, pulling my mother's pink vagina outwards.
My mother cooperated fully, her buttocks constantly thrusting back and forth, and my penis inside
her was like a tiger among sheep, galloping freely, easily subduing any resistance I encountered.
I twitched for a few more moments, but there was still no sign of climax. The more anxious I became, the less likely I was to climax.
Suddenly, Mom reached out and pulled my penis out, then sat down beside me, lowered her
head , and took it into her mouth
, sucking hard while her hand moved up and down between the glans and testicles. I leaned back in my chair, reaching my hands as far as I could to Mom's buttocks,
playing with
her still-untouched anus. Mom's oral skills were truly amazing; her tongue flew up and down, taming my penis completely .
Her other hand played with my testicles, her five fingers taking turns making light, fleeting motions.
Finally, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I pressed Mom's head down, my penis thrusting forcefully in her mouth.
After a few thrusts, warm semen spurted out.
Mom continued to suck hard, her tongue welcoming the semen around the glans before
swallowing .
Hearing the sound of Mom swallowing semen, I was incredibly excited. Mom then released my penis and
put it back in.
"Phew... I'm exhausted. I'm never riding this again," Mom said, straightening her clothes.
"Mom, you're so sweet," I said, kissing her lips and wiping the semen from the corner of her mouth.
Mom's arms were around my waist, her tongue gently swirling in my mouth.
"Sir? Would you like to ride it again?" a staff member asked. We
had reached the ground. I immediately released Mom's lips, and amidst the good-natured laughter of the crowd, we
left the Ferris wheel.
I checked my watch and said to Mom, "Let's go home."
"We haven't bought anything yet, have we?" Mom asked.
"Isn't there a supermarket near home? Let's go there," I said.
"Hehe, you really are," Mom said with a laugh.
When we got to the noodle shop, we found a crowd gathered there, all pointing and whispering
.
"Looks like something's happened," Mom said.
We squeezed into the crowd and noticed everyone's eyes were looking up. I looked up and saw a person standing on the top floor of the noodle shop
, wearing a blue work uniform.
"Mom, this person must work at the noodle shop," I said, pointing at the person above.
"Who is it?" Mom asked.
"Let me see." My spiritual energy focused on my eyes, and I could see clearly the person above—
an old man, probably around 50 years old.
"Dad, Dad, don't do anything rash! We can start over!" a
girl shouted, her voice filled with worry.
I looked and saw it was the waitress from the noodle shop.
By this time, the ambulance and fire truck had arrived nearby. Everyone made way, and the firefighters took out an air cushion
from the truck preparing to inflate it.
But before the air cushion was even in place, he had already jumped from the building, his body plummeting straight down.
"Ah..." Everyone around was shocked.
Without thinking, I channeled my spiritual energy, preparing to rescue him.
Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew up, carrying dust.
"Ah, good wind!" The onlookers covered their eyes, adjusted their skirts, seemingly
forgetting that the old man had already jumped.
Just as the old man's body was about to make intimate contact with the ground, a powerful gust of air suddenly
erupted from the ground, suspending his body in the air for a few seconds before disappearing.
"Bang!" The old man landed on the ground. The wind stopped, and everyone rushed
to lift him into the waiting ambulance.
Watching the ambulance leave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then went their separate ways, discussing amongst themselves.
I walked to where the old man had landed and looked at the ground. I noticed a small hole, just big enough to fit
a fist. It seemed the gust of air had come from there.
"What are you looking at? Everyone's gone," my mother said, walking over.
"Oh." I stood up. Someone must have saved the old man. To conceal
the gust of air first created a gust of wind with their own energy, then concentrated and released it to stop
the old man's fall.
I raised my left hand and looked at it. Could I do that?
My mother and I went to the supermarket near our house and bought a lot of daily necessities.

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