Long-awaited reunion

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A year had passed since they last met, yet she remained as kind and approachable as ever, making him feel comfortable and relaxed. Being with her was simply wonderful.

Sitting in a tastefully decorated, elegant private room of a barbecue restaurant, they were having dinner. Before them lay plates of fresh, delicious grilled meat, a variety of kinds, their aroma irresistible. But the young man didn't touch a single bite. It wasn't because he couldn't eat properly or hold chopsticks, nor was it because he felt embarrassed—after all, she had fed him before. None of that mattered, none of it was the most important thing. He simply didn't want to eat right now. He didn't want food to distract him, to occupy his attention. It was all a waste of time; he figured it was better to do without it.

He finally mustered up his courage, and with a try-it-and-see attitude, after several meetings where they hadn't talked much and had only exchanged glances a few times, he sent her a text message saying he wanted to spend some time alone with her. He ostensibly wanted to thank her in person, but in reality, only he knew how greedy he was, yearning to be alone with her in a private space, for that sweet time and wonderful feeling.

Perhaps he was simply obsessed. When he learned that his mother had personally approached her, wanting to entrust her with their case, and she readily agreed over the phone without hesitation or refusal, without even considering introducing a colleague or handing it over to someone else, she personally took on the case and took full responsibility. That night, he was so excited that he tossed and turned, his hands and feet trembling with excitement. He even lay in bed, foolishly thinking that his father-in-law's imprisonment might not necessarily be a bad thing. Although it delayed his wedding, and everyone else was preoccupied with saving lives, from another perspective, it might be a blessing in disguise. For him personally, it was definitely a good thing, a blessing from heaven, indescribably wonderful.

A year's absence, the emptiness in his heart, was about to be filled. He was about to see again the beauty and longing he had cherished and yearned for, turning them into reality. How could the young man not be overjoyed and secretly ecstatic?

This is the principle of regaining what was lost.

It was a habit, a professional hazard. Upon seeing the client, the first thing she did was discuss the case and analyze the details, just as always, with a serious attitude, completely ignoring the young man before her, his other identity, and his purpose in seeking her help.

Closing the file, she raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear before looking up at the young man, offering an embarrassed smile. This smile was exactly the same as the first time they met—ignoring him, yet filled with apology, and a sincere expression.

For a moment, both of them froze, as if pulled back to the past, to that time, that familiar feeling, which had inadvertently returned, making a comeback.

A smile instantly bridged the distance, a sense of intimacy spreading between them, needing no words.

After that, Ni Yan didn't speak again, no formalities, no business. Instead, she began to eat. She picked up her chopsticks and started putting meat into the grill, turning it over by herself until it was cooked.

She was so thoughtful and had such a good memory. Because the meat was cooked and ready to eat, she even remembered that Xiao Chun couldn't eat food that was too hot. She picked up a piece of meat, brought it to her lips, pursed her lips, and gently blew on it to cool it down a bit. Then she reached for the boy's mouth with her chopsticks to feed him.

With a slight smile, all hesitation and awkwardness were omitted, and she opened her mouth, eating the meat from the end of the chopsticks with complete ease, feeling utterly natural.

It turned out that she really might have been overthinking things, complicating matters. When they weren't together, she imagined all sorts of possibilities, all sorts of awkwardness, mutual embarrassment, and silence. But really, they didn't need to speak. A smile, a kind interaction, feeding him—that was enough to dissolve all the old thoughts that didn't need to be considered. All the past events hidden in their hearts could be let go, and they could start anew.

It seemed she really had been overthinking things, too timid. That gentle smile, that practiced feeding, was completely natural, still so warm and comforting.

The meal began pleasantly, with Ni Yan even ordering a draft beer and clinking glasses with the young man's cola. They chatted, each lost in their own thoughts, getting along well.

"Xiao Chun," Ni Yan said, "you really don't need to thank your aunt. For the past three months, your mother has been working tirelessly, searching for clues, gathering evidence, and running around non-stop. Everyone knows that the longer a case drags on, the harder it is to solve, and many cases become unsolved. Your mother has truly sacrificed a lot for this, both in terms of energy and money. Her efforts are truly admirable. And needless to say, all her hard work is for you, your mother's most beloved son! So you should be even more grateful to your mother. I only offered suggestions and pointed you in the right direction, helping you avoid some detours. As for the court appearance tomorrow, Xiao Chun, you don't need to feel that way. I'm a lawyer; I'm there to help everyone protect themselves through the law. This is my professional ethics and conduct. Don't tell me your father-in-law was wronged." "It's all in vain. Even if it were Qiu Shuqing, the criminal herself, who came to me, I would still defend her in court. Before the law, everyone is equal, you know, child?" Halfway through the meal, Ni Yan put down her chopsticks and brought up today's topic again. After all, she came here to see Xiao Chun, to spend time alone with him, not to hear him say thank you, nor did she want to be polite with him. So, the reason she came, saw his message, and readily agreed without a moment's hesitation was simply because she missed him, simply wanted to see him, to see the good boy who had given her so much affection, so much comfort, and so much spiritual joy during those lonely and empty days. So she put aside everything from the past, things she shouldn't think about, good or bad. As long as Xiao Chun wanted to see her, she would come and actively keep his appointment.

Or rather, she was waiting, hoping, longing for Xiao Chun to take the initiative to invite her, to give her a way out, so that she could see him naturally and make amends to him.

After all, it was because of her own selfishness and ruthlessness that she had so heartlessly abandoned him. She had just given him sweet fruit, only to let him taste endless bitterness, causing him to fall ill with lovesickness. All of this was her own doing; to put it bluntly, she had potentially ruined a good child's life. She hadn't forgotten this and was filled with remorse.

So, she came, sitting here with a mix of guilt, a desire to make amends, and a deep affection, facing him face to face, honest and open.

Of course, "honest and open" wasn't entirely true, because there was also a hidden, unspeakable motive driving her.

But she assured him, and knew perfectly well, that motive was entirely for the best; no one would be hurt again, and everyone would be happy.

If only this child could take the initiative.

"Xiao Chun, during that time... were you doing well... okay? You know what I'm talking about, during that time, um... I didn't see you post anything on WeChat Moments, nor did I see your positive attitude towards life anymore. Even the updates about your beloved dog stopped. Child, is it because of me? Did I hurt you? If so, I apologize to you now. I'm sorry for my selfishness and selfishness over the past year! It was indeed my fault. I didn't understand some things before, but I figured them out later, which is why I dragged you into this and then abandoned you. Child, I'm sorry!" This is Ni Yan's standard of conduct—to see things through to the end. She would never make veiled accusations, pretend to have forgotten past mistakes, deliberately avoid mentioning them, or feign ignorance. Yes, since she was sitting here, having come to this appointment, she had no intention of running away, of forgiving her past mistakes, or uttering a single word about them.

Think about it, in front of her, Xiao Chun is just a child, and he would definitely be embarrassed to bring up the past or complain to her. So, she should take the initiative and take full responsibility for his past mistakes and coldness.

"Ah? Hmm... Yes, I was feeling down, really down!" The young man hadn't expected her to be so proactive, to ask about the past, those dark times he didn't want to recall, his drunken self—it was awful, completely unlike him, spineless. But when she asked, her tone was still so sincere, so concerned. He just wanted to be honest, to empathize, to tell her everything, without hiding anything.

How do you judge whether someone is compatible? And what is the reason for wanting to continue being with that person? It's about being able to let go of barriers, mental boundaries, to completely empty your mind. What remains is only genuine feeling, a sincere heart facing that person. This is the way to get along, the foundation of deep affection, indispensable.

This is also the way to get along with family and spouses—unpretentious openness, no need to hide anything.

Perhaps this is the main reason why he misses Ni Yan so much, why he cares so much about her? And now that they're really together, seeing each other, it feels so good, truly reassuring, so fulfilling, Ren Chun thought.

And what did she just say? Auntie still has her own WeChat and is still following her own Moments. What does all this mean? It means that Auntie hasn't forgotten him at all, and is thinking of him just like him!

Perhaps, just as he initially thought, Auntie has her own difficulties; she was forced into it and had no other choice.

Sensing this, the young man instantly felt a jolt of excitement, feeling that he had immediately taken another step closer to Auntie, still as intimate as ever.

"Auntie, don't overthink it, and please don't blame yourself. It's all in the past, and in some ways, I've even benefited from it, haha! Auntie, look, aren't I doing just fine now?" He felt he had spoken out of turn; he shouldn't have let Auntie know those things anymore. Since he had concealed it so perfectly back then, why bring it up again, why think about it?

Besides, he wasn't lying. He wanted to try and comfort this kind and gentle woman. If it weren't for her, he and his mother wouldn't have gotten together, wouldn't have loved each other so passionately and happily.

Being truthful was a principle he always adhered to, especially when facing her, the woman he didn't want to see unwell, the woman he couldn't bear to see suffering. His heart ached.

"Good boy, you're still so kind, so considerate of your aunt. I haven't raised you in vain, and I certainly didn't misjudge you! I still love you so much, really!" One could imagine the extent of his past hurt; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so frank, telling her without hesitation, and then trying to cover it up by offering comfort. Ni Yan felt genuinely warmed and moved. Unable to control herself, she reached out and gently covered the boy's cheek with her warm palm, stroking him tenderly.

The gesture was so gentle and natural, so fitting, like a mother caressing her long-lost son, or a wife affectionately touching her beloved husband—an undisguised and sincere expression of love.

Let her touch it, her palm covering her face. Ren Chun stood up from his seat, moved to the opposite side, and came to Ni Yan's side, looking directly at her with burning eyes.

"Auntie, I miss you! I don't know how you've been these past year, whether you've been lonely, or whether you still miss me. But, Auntie, I've never lied to you, and I never intended to deceive myself with these feelings. Otherwise, I would have avoided you, continued to run away from you, and never seen you! Yes, I miss you so much, Auntie. Now I'll tell you the truth. In the past year, I've been with several women. They had schemes against me, and they also had true love. Even my mother-in-law let me sleep with her once! And even... and my mother. She did it to save me, to free me from my feelings and longing for you, Auntie. So, Auntie, I won't blame you, I'll only be grateful to you. Because of you, my mother and I are so happy, allowing me to love my mother better, to make her happy and joyful, and to be a dutiful son for the rest of my life! But Auntie, I still can't let you go, I miss you, and even..." "I feel so sorry for you, especially after learning about my uncle's condition. You've been supporting the family all by yourself. My feelings for you have only intensified. I want to see you, I want to see you well, and I want... I want to...do that with you! To make love to you, to continue bringing pleasure to your aunt, to satisfy you! Even if you leave again the next day, even if you don't want me anymore, I'd still be willing. I've said all this to my mother before; these are my exact words, my true feelings. Now I don't want to hide a single word. I don't want to miss another opportunity, especially knowing that your aunt cares about me and is thinking of me silently. I have more confidence and more assurance! Aunt, I love you!" These words, suppressed for over a year and hidden for hundreds of days, were finally spoken. Finally, at this moment, face to face, they poured out, telling the person he most wanted her to know. Hearing this, Ren Chun felt truly relieved, like a clear blue sky! No regrets!

It was love that gave him courage and determination, allowing him to forge ahead.

It was love that made him unwilling to conceal his true feelings and put them into action.

After he finished speaking, he met a pair of clear, deep, affectionate eyes, gazing at him silently.

They looked at each other in silence, exchanging a

deep , unspoken understanding.

He lowered his head, the angle just right—how could he miss such an opportunity? And so, a kiss, brimming with love and deep affection, appeared, without a trace of fear.

For her, Ni Yan, he wanted purity and innocence, pure love, to possess her, to hold her, to act upon her, because she was his first love, his initial, purest emotion. That was all he wanted, so simple, so pure of heart.

Even without a legitimate relationship, even if they couldn't be together forever, even if their social statuses were vastly different, so what? As long as there was love, and their hearts still held true feelings for each other, these were not problems, they could all be ignored.

Look at him and his mother—a living example, so vivid.

As for his fiancée, that good girl, she was already a heavily pregnant woman in her late twenties, while he was currently kissing another woman, his first love. Ren Chun felt completely at ease, without any guilt about being unfaithful or betraying her. Because he had come and sent a message, he had already confessed everything to his wife the night before. He wanted to come and settle his conscience. And it's understandable that the girl, out of gratitude for Ni Yan's saving her father and her wholehearted and selfless help, believed that Ni Yan was a good person, just like her mother-in-law, a kind-hearted middle-aged woman. Such a good person, letting her husband fulfill a wish and meet her, perhaps even leading to a marriage alliance, wasn't a bad idea. In addition, her husband's honesty and openness pleased the girl, and she liked him very much. So she didn't say anything and gave him a pass to go.

At that moment, the girl nestled in his arms, her breasts warm, her belly round and full. She tilted her head back and spoke earnestly, sharing her thoughts. She said that since she had accepted the fact that he and her mother were a fait accompli, she would be indifferent to other women, but she absolutely could not be with younger girls, not ever! She would love him; her love for him was her own business, none of anyone else's concern! Until one day, when she no longer loved him! That's why she forbade him to be with younger girls, even those as young as her, or younger than her—that would make her feel insecure, uneasy.

What a strange girl, with strange logic. Back then, holding his wife's naked body, he felt nothing but gratitude—gratitude for her understanding, thoughtfulness, and generosity, just as he did now.

He kissed her, Ni Yan, this kind and generous woman who had been just as kind and forgiving to him. She, too, showed no refusal or unwillingness. He pushed her away, glaring at her, but she simply tilted her head back slightly, responding gently, calmly and naturally.

Their old flame rekindled from that moment on!

Kissing at the dinner table, having each other at the dinner table—it's almost the exact same scene, so familiar.

Moreover, he wanted to be even bolder, to push things further, to recreate the scene even more perfectly.

He wanted to touch her breasts!

It was almost a done deal; his aunt wouldn't refuse him at all. This emboldened him, fueling his curiosity to explore further, to discover his aunt's true thoughts, to understand how important he was to her. So, while one hand was still cupping the back of Ni Yan's head, his lips swirling in a passionate, lingering kiss, his other hand was already touching his aunt's body. Spring had turned to autumn, and it was now summer, so her thin clothing made it easy for the young man to get his hands on her. Her skin was directly caressed, smooth and still so wonderful to the touch.

A silver-white silk short-sleeved top paired with a narrow, orange-yellow long skirt made her look fresh and youthful, radiating energy. In fact, it was clear from her attire that her aunt cared about her; she had carefully dressed before coming to see him. She hadn't worn a t-shirt and jeans, just throwing something on casually, which was enough to draw conclusions, Ren Chun thought to himself.

His hand had already slid from Ni Yan's jade-like arm to her lower abdomen, pressing against it. His nimble fingers had already lifted the hem of her clothes, opening a longing opening for him to advance.

He touched it! His trembling palm completely covered her soft lower abdomen, the touch delicate.

This was the feeling! This feeling was back! It belonged to him again! Warm and smooth in his palm, exactly the same as at the beginning, as he remembered, as he longed for. This was his aunt's body, the woman he deeply loved, the woman he had never forgotten. He had touched her again; she was his, his desire fulfilled.

But he wasn't satisfied. He felt an insatiable greed, a snake trying to swallow an elephant. His palm pressed against her skin, and he immediately became like a snake searching for prey, dizzy with hunger, driven by desire, charging and thrashing about. He immediately, without regard for anything else, began to wriggle and crawl upwards, advancing towards his longed-for goal, impatiently.

Those two large mounds of flesh, the first time he had ever touched them, the most wonderful things on a woman's body—his aunt's big breasts—he wanted them so badly!

Sucking on her soft, moist lips, his large hand moved to the center, to the edge of her bra. His sensitive fingertips touched a smooth, soft breast, so comfortable and pleasant. But this time was different, completely opposite to their first time. She didn't willingly take his hand, pull his head close, or let him touch her breasts. Instead, she stopped him.

One hand pressed against the back of his hand through her clothes, halting his attempt to touch her breasts, and slowly pulled it away, gently and tenderly, almost reluctantly.

Their lips parted, Ni Yan's large eyes still hazy, filled with ecstasy and deep affection.

And in her heart, she was truly moved and happy. Just as she had expected and anticipated, Xiao Chun was still so good, kind-hearted, and still so close to her! He didn't hide anything from her, telling her about several women, including his mother, laying everything bare, honestly and openly, and so unabashedly expressing his love, his impulses. He loved her, and it had never changed.

How wonderful!

It wasn't in vain that she had always thought of him, always longing for him, that faint yearning that had never faded, now even stronger. It wasn't a waste of her long wait; in the end, she chose him. After all the twists and turns, he was still the best, worthy of love, no doubt!

She and her son were truly in love, deeply and intensely, and now they had such a wonderful outcome, feeling incredibly happy. She believed Xiao Chun and his mother felt the same way. So, if this love continued, bringing them double the happiness and fulfillment, wasn't that wonderful, something worth having?

Two sons received double the mother's love, a deep and tender affection from their mother. Two mothers, in turn, received the same filial piety, pampering, and devotion from their sons, who were even more attentive and caring, allowing them to experience the bond between mother and son, and the love between a man and a woman. How wonderful, how beautiful!

This was exactly what she had envisioned: in the future, the two families would become one, a possibility of becoming even closer through marriage, and it was about to become a reality.

Looking over, she met a pair of puzzled eyes, pouting, a little aggrieved. Such a big boy, yet he could still act like a child? She loved it!

"Child, look where you are! What a silly child!" She lowered her head, straightened her slightly disheveled short-sleeved shirt, restoring it to its original neatness, but her face still looked rosy, very beautiful.

Then, in the next second, Ni Yan habitually tossed her long, cascading hair, leaned forward, and unexpectedly threw herself into the young man's arms, letting him hold her and giving herself to him.

"Are you full? If you are, let's go, anywhere is fine, Auntie is yours tonight!" The man's masculinity, different from her son's, a more mature aura returned, making her feel it again, tangibly and realistically. This feeling was quite good, familiar and intimate. Ni Yan felt very satisfied, from the bottom of her heart. Then, she looked up and, sure enough, saw a dazed face, dazed by her actions, dazed by her beauty. She could feel it all. Without saying a word, she leaned in and gave him another kiss, gentle and tender. "Silly boy, are you satisfied just by looking? Auntie has a surprise for you in a little while! You'll never expect it!" She let him hold her, and she kissed him again! The young man immediately felt like he was ascending to heaven, floating on air, completely infatuated.

Actually, I was just too excited. I didn't care about anything and treated her like my mother. During that time at the Japanese restaurant, I let myself do whatever I wanted. But thinking about it now, my aunt let me kiss her and touch her without immediately stopping me or giving me a warning. She was letting me have my way first, which was already a statement of her acceptance.

Sure enough, my aunt was incredibly kind to me. Whenever we met, she would only pamper and spoil me, treating me like a child, loving and pampering me, and indulging my every whim.

Realizing this belatedly, Ren Chun became even happier and more excited, his heart bursting with joy.

"Auntie, I want you, you're mine! I want to fuck your cunt, touch your breasts, I want everything you have!" As soon as he entered the house, the door locked automatically, and the woman's full, soft body was pressed against the wall, held down by someone forcefully. Large hands and mouths groped and nibbled at her face and body, so impatient and eager.

Ren Chun didn't choose to go to a hotel or anywhere else; instead, he went straight back to his new house, his and his wife's future home. This wonderful woman was someone he loved openly and honestly; she held a very important, precious place in his heart, and he couldn't bear to waste this precious moment elsewhere, to squander the deep, mutual love and longing he shared with his aunt. Only

a one-night stand or a casual fling would lead to such a place, treating it all as a game. He wouldn't go there; he had no interest in it.

She wasn't a virgin anymore; she had grown up, knowing how to take the initiative, to actively seek and pursue. Kissed and caressed by him, Ni Yan embraced him, letting him be wild, letting him release his infatuation and longing for her—his pent-up love and yearning for her over the past two years.

Come on, child! Ruthlessly ravage your aunt! Love your aunt! Use all your skills! I'll give you everything, let you love me!

Soon, her long dress was off, her thighs felt cool, kissed by the air, and her smooth skin was caressed by him. Ni Yan was excited and filled with passion.

The scent of male hormones lingered, intoxicating and pleasing her. Without even turning on the lights, they quickly moved to the bedroom, still embracing and kissing, undressing each other. There wasn't much to undress; in the height of summer, the young man was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, not even underwear—he didn't want to wear them, it was just a habit.

That thing, still so large and hard, stood erect between his legs! The dim bedside lamp was on, illuminating the beautiful lawyer's rosy and delicate face. She lay back, natural and comfortable, just like in her own bed, just like that night when she lay beside Xiao Chun.

Everything seemed like yesterday.

But she was even more sexy, stunningly beautiful, irresistibly alluring. Or perhaps it was because he was looking at her with longing, examining her from a different angle, admiring her, that he had this feeling, this breathtaking beauty, so irresistible.

His penis was hard, and the young man immediately got onto the bed, pressing himself against the woman who had given him back his pure love and allowed him to rediscover what he had lost. He took a deep breath of her body, and instantly, he couldn't take it anymore!

Her smooth skin, her warm touch, and the smooth sensation of his penis rubbing against Ni Yan's thighs—all were exquisitely wonderful, flawless! He thought about it, felt it. Simply lying there wasn't enough; the young man quickly moved his whole body, like an octopus, wriggling and clinging to her body, tightly connected to her, inseparable.

One hand eagerly climbed onto her fair shoulder, pressing against it, like a spider weaving a web, inch by inch, crawling, feeling every bit, lingering, unable to get enough of touching her.

No wonder he was like this; he was pathetic again, acting like he'd never been with a woman before, insatiably thirsty. Now, possessing Ni Yan, caressing his aunt's smooth skin, her familiar and longed-for body, it was all a kind of sentiment, a long-suppressed emotion suddenly released, a perfectly timed catharsis. The one who tied the knot must untie it; where it ended, and where it reconnected, it was all given to his aunt. That's why he was so unable to control himself, his excitement overflowing, completely out of control.

Of course, this was just the beginning. If he received that surprise later, he would be even more overwhelmed, his blood vessels bursting, even more excited and unable to restrain himself.

His large hands spread out, his entire smooth shoulder was caressed by the young man, and along with it, he pulled the bra strap aside. This time, without him saying a word, Ni Yan took the initiative, straightening her back and reaching behind her back to skillfully unhook the bra. Instantly, the fabric of her body was loose, almost slipping off.

His impatient hand reached out and instantly stripped the long-haired, mature woman naked. Ren Chun had already removed her panties, but what he truly desired, what he craved, were Ni Yan's breasts—full, white, and incredibly tender.

Like the peaches at the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet, they were so precious, requiring thousands of years to be picked and tasted.

For him, a mere mortal, it was the same. Hundreds of days of waiting, hundreds of days of anticipation, had not been in vain; the result was there. Those large breasts were still so full, so soft, so firm—these were his aunt's breasts! His first love, the first time he had ever touched the best thing, the first time he had truly experienced the beauty of a woman, felt it firsthand.

Strictly speaking, his romantic feelings for Ni Yan surpassed those for his mother. His relationship with his mother was more of a mother-son bond. Not to mention the other women, including the young girl, his legal wife—because he was a man who didn't forget the past. Anyone who offered him a little warmth or light would hold onto that spark of affection for a long time, even a lifetime, unforgettable.

And it was Ni Yan, this voluptuous and beautiful woman, mature and dignified, generously and magnanimously, who, with a small match, pierced his dark night, his lonely virginity, his yearning for women, his unexpressed youthful loneliness. In his solitary journey, in his endless inner world, he found the end of happiness, the anchor of happiness, a real and indescribable joy of being a man.

Even if it was brief, just a one-night stand.

So now, having regained what he had lost, he cherished it all the more, feeling it was a gift from heaven. He was deeply grateful, his heart filled with reverence.

The two people, naked, lay completely intertwined. The young man's penis was rock hard, erect as iron, poised between the woman's hairy crotch and legs. He wasn't in a hurry; he didn't penetrate her. He gazed at her with affection, and then, with a reverent heart, touched one of her breasts, tenderly and gently.

His large hand opened, fingers spread, and grasped the soft, white mound from its base, seizing that full breast. In that instant, the young man's mind went completely blank; nothing was there, nothing was thought!

Because he was completely absorbed by that smoothness and warmth, instantly transported him to another time, instantly found the feeling of loving her, his heart surging, his emotions running high.

No more words, he kneaded.

Impatiently, he suckled.

A hand completely covered her breast, the palm pressed firmly against the soft flesh. The young man's large hand quickly enveloped her snow-white breasts. Without a word, his actions revealed his eagerness and impatience. He grabbed Ni Yan's breasts and began to knead them vigorously. The large, white mound of flesh immediately deformed, changing shape on the woman's bare chest like soft tofu, easily manipulated, soft and yielding.

Lowering his head, he immediately captured another target, taking the pink, erect nipple into his mouth. It seemed Auntie was aroused, had a need, and perhaps even desperately wanted it. After all, for nearly two years, she had been caring for her husband, who was in a vegetative state, lonely and isolated, and had even traveled to Germany to seek specialists and consult with leading experts for his treatment. Auntie was truly a good woman, willing to sacrifice so much for her living-dead husband; she was truly devoted and loyal!

Thinking this way, Ren Chun felt even more admiration for the pure and innocent woman beneath him, and decided to love her well, cherish her, and let her enjoy herself.

A warm, sweet, and slippery sensation flooded his mouth, like a babbling brook, flowing continuously, wave after wave, and then, it spread everywhere—on his lips, tongue, and inside his mouth—the warm liquid spreading and overflowing.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the palm of the hand still kneading her breast showed the same phenomenon, sticky and warm.

This liquid, this warm and smooth fluid, was clearly secreted from Ni Yan's nipples!

Moreover, the more she sucked and kneaded, the more abundant and plentiful the liquid became, like a leaky faucet dripping uncontrollably, seeping incessantly.

This…this was clearly breast milk! Milk flowing from her breasts! It was Ni Yan's, fresh and warm breast milk!

Although Ren Chun had never tasted it before, and had no vague memory of his mother's breast milk from his childhood, he was certain this was breast milk, even if he hadn't eaten pork.

What was going on? His aunt lived alone, hadn't remarried, and was devoted to caring for her husband. So how could Ni Yan have breast milk? And so much of it, so abundant, so fresh. What did she need breast milk for?

Could it be… she was pregnant and had given birth? And with whom did she have the child?

A barrage of questions, like missiles, bombarded his mind. The young man was completely bewildered, utterly confused, overwhelmed, and disoriented.

His earlier enthusiasm instantly cooled. He stopped all movement, looked up, and in the dim light, gazed at that beautiful, smiling face, almost as if she had been expecting him.

No wonder she was talking about a "surprise"—this was it.

However, the shock outweighed the joy; the young man was genuinely terrified, stunned.

There was even a drop of milky white fluid clinging to his lips—Ni Yan's nipple! He hadn't yet swallowed or wiped it away; the milk was clearly visible.

"Stunned? You think you're the only mother and son in the world who can love each other? Auntie and your brother were even faster than you two, silly boy!" She raised her hand, wiping the milk from his lips with her thumb, then smearing it on his lips, continuing to give it to him for him to taste. Ni Yan's big eyes curved into crescents, full of tenderness and smiles as she looked at him, extremely pleased with his dazed expression. She found it amusing and delightful. His reaction proved that he cared deeply for her; even after two years, he still cherished that beautiful feeling, a feeling that belonged only to him and had never changed.

This is why she belatedly realized she still cared deeply for Xiao Chun and wanted to return to make amends for her past mistakes, yet she hesitated to show herself. The most direct reason was that she was pregnant with a son, named Song En.

Mother and son loved each other and had a child together—this truly happened to this beautiful, modern lawyer, this civilized woman!

Therefore, now, in her happiness with her son and their sweet love, she naturally wouldn't forget her past love. And coincidentally, having just returned from Germany, where her daughter was studying and secretly giving birth, she encountered the turmoil and troubles of Xiao Chun's family—his father-in-law's imprisonment. Of course, she felt obligated to help them personally. This wasn't just out of a lawyer's responsibility; she was very skilled in criminal cases, rarely losing—you could say she was an expert. From the beginning, Liu Yirong had chosen the right person; no one else could do it! Furthermore, due to the special relationship between the two families—a bond of mutual dependence and indistinguishable connection—and out of her feelings of guilt, love, and tenderness towards Xiaochun, she felt compelled to come and fulfill her promise.

Only she knew the depth of her feelings for Xiaochun; it was crystal clear in her heart. Even though her initial actions were wrong, seen as immoral and promiscuous, and she once considered herself a bad woman, filled with remorse, as time passed and her love for her son deepened, she realized the true reason for her longing and yearning for Xiaochun. It was the same feeling she had experienced when she and her son were separated for a year, gazing at each other through countless days and nights—a remarkably similar emotional journey. She realized that she had always considered Xiaochun her own child, her other son! Back then, she disregarded the risks of infidelity and the condemnation, all because she wanted a substitute, a temporary solution, unable to face her love for her own son and romantic feelings. Now, having finally regained her son's love, she was willing to share her emotions and affection with Xiaochun, to love him.

This is maternal love, inseparable.

"Auntie, are you saying that this child of yours is my brother Song Ping's? And not another man's? You've been in love with your own son these past two years? Oh my god! This is wonderful! My mother and I never knew there were like-minded people like this! They were right beside us, so close! Auntie, Xiaochun loves you so much! Now I have even more confidence to love my mother, just like you, happy and fulfilled!" At first, she was almost unsure, unable to believe her ears—mother and son had a child! Someone else had gotten there even faster than them, and now the child was truly born. Her breasts were overflowing with milk, which he suckled continuously, the milk flowing from her two large, full breasts—pure, sweet, and genuine. So, still clinging to Ni Yan, Ren Chun asked again, eager to confirm.

And, for some reason, when he heard that Ni Yan was with his own son, and not some other man—some stranger, even a middle-aged man her age—he felt no discomfort, no sour jealousy, no feeling that his aunt had been stolen from him, no sense of her being disreputable, immoral, or a bad woman! She had defied fate and given birth to his son's child!

On the contrary, he felt happy, relieved, and at peace, his heart filled with satisfaction and joy. This woman was like his own mother; she had finally found her true love, bold and courageous, overcoming all obstacles, just to be with his son!

In this world, is there any other man who loves a woman more, who she can entrust herself to and rely on more, than her son? Is there anyone who can accompany her for life, who will never leave her side in life or death?

This thought, this argument, though absurd, though seemingly outrageous and immoral, is also the one that best meets a woman's needs, the foundation that fills all of a woman's emotional world—undeniably so.

The love between mother and son is merely a shackle imposed by contemporary society and ethics, preventing people from crossing that line. But I believe that the emotional bond between men and women is truly no closer, more deeply rooted than that between mother and son.

That is a love where you are in me, an innate feeling.

Without another word, he lowered his head and gave her another passionate kiss, sucking and licking her lips. The young man then began doing what he liked, continuing to fondle her breasts, his large hands kneading and rubbing Ni Yan's full breasts without stopping.

What a waste! His palms were wet again; Ni Yan's hard, swollen nipples were secreting milk again, the thick, warm liquid seeping out and flowing down, dripping onto her breasts. This wouldn't do! After a few kisses, the greedy young man, yearning for breast milk, quickly moved his head down and, swiftly and accurately, latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting vigorously, drinking with relish.

This time, it was real milk, the incredibly fresh, warm milk just squeezed from her large breasts, not the usual monotonous sucking and biting. It was

indeed different from the milk he used to drink. Now it was warm and smooth, but the taste wasn't as pure and fragrant as cow's milk; it had a slightly fishy taste. Perhaps this was the taste of unprocessed, all-natural milk?

The taste of mother!

It was exactly the same. He and his son were indeed greedy, the same gluttons, never satisfied!

No, that's not right, it should be said that she hasn't had enough milk yet! Ni Yan lay flat, enjoying the eager suckling of a big boy, and began to involuntarily pant. The same panting sounds came from her small mouth and nose, the suppressed sounds of enjoyment clearly audible.

Now, she completely understood Bing Meng's feelings back then, understood the treatment Bing Meng received, and completely understood why Bing Meng wouldn't give up back then. She knew that she and her son missed each other so much, that they were both suffering because they couldn't see each other, but she still wouldn't let her son go. She dragged it out for a whole year before letting her own son come to find her, and mother and son were reunited. Because people are selfish, they have selfish desires, and this is especially true for a good man like her son. Bing Meng couldn't bear to part with him, she didn't want to let go.

Since she and her son had their own child, a little life they could see, touch, and cherish, her son Song Ping became even more attached to her, dependent on her, and doting on her even more. He wanted nothing more than to be tied to his mother's phone charm and keychain, wanting to be with her every moment and unwilling to be apart. And now, her older son seemed to need his mother even more than the younger one, acting like a persistent pest, driving her crazy!

Of course, it was a sweet trouble, an irresistible little sweetness, a little beauty, a little warmth that belonged only to them, mother and son. Especially at night, after their intimacy, it became even more irresistible, a blissful experience.

The son missed his mother; you could tell from his greedy little mouth—he was incredibly hungry and eager. That night, after nursing her younger son, she looked at the little guy's contented sleeping face and gently placed the infant into the crib. Her older son immediately rushed over. Unlike the younger one, who would only cry when hungry, only wanting milk, the older son came over and began to touch and knead her breasts, directly grasping them—breasts that had become even heavier and more sagging since her second pregnancy, and at the same time, even more sexy and alluring! Her thin nightgown still clung to her body, barely covering her breasts, and the son immediately began to suckle and nurse, busy and tireless. Perhaps women with large breasts always have abundant milk? She didn't know what was going on. She hadn't taken any lactation-inducing drugs or used any external aids to increase her milk supply. She ate the nutritious meals Bingmeng prepared for her every day, which did help produce milk. But no one expected that her breasts would produce so much milk, so abundantly. Her two swollen breasts, like the humps on a camel's back, seemed to have a constant flow of thick, white milk, which she could express anytime, anywhere. And each time, it was a considerable amount—far too much for a two-month-old baby. Her breasts were always swollen and tight. This time, her willful son was very disobedient, refusing to let his mother use a breast pump. He said it hurt to see her like that, and he wanted to help his mother by doing it himself! This was why her son was so clingy. As a result, from morning till night, whenever she was with her son, he would lift up her clothes and open his mouth to nurse, greedily sucking on her swollen nipples. Sometimes, he would even sneak out of school, abandoning his job as Teacher Song, just to go home and nurse, obsessed with his mother's fresh, sweet milk—how pathetic!

Of course, the most exciting and enjoyable thing was mother and son making love, mother and son intercourse, reaching a state of bliss.

At that time, she was already naked. In his excitement, with plenty of milk flowing into his mouth, the son stripped her naked. Her naked body was white and tender, incredibly beautiful. The son lay on top of her, intimately touching her body. His mother's graceful figure, enjoying her large breasts, made his penis very hard. His penis was erect and completely pressed against his mother's genitals. The middle of his mother's pubic hair was covered by his son. At that moment, the lawyer Ni, who had just given birth, was also unbearably thirsty. Her vagina was wet and empty, and she wanted a man, wanted her son's penis to penetrate her, to fuck her well, to satisfy her. So, the son was busy having fun. While she was still nursing, she herself grasped the erect penis, lifted it up, and rubbed it against her own labia to make them open little by little so that her son could penetrate her and fuck his mother, his favorite.

Often, her son would thrust his hips, causing her large breasts to sway and milk to splash everywhere. The more excited he became, the more vigorously he fucked her, and the more her estrogen levels rose, resulting in a greater flow of milk. It seemed as if all the water in her body had gathered in her two large breasts; sweat and vaginal fluids seemed to have transformed into milk. Finally, she would become ecstatic, shouting and convulsing, the thick white milk from her breasts spraying out like a water gun, powerfully spurting onto her son's face, his mouth, and her own body, leaving a white, milky mess, as if she had taken a human milk bath—utterly lewd.

Her vagina was covered in the cloudy white semen her son had ejaculated, and her body was splattered with the milky white of her own milk. At that moment, Ni Yan and her son Song Ping were truly intertwined, truly exhausted, and truly blissful—a perfect union, a perfect enjoyment, an indescribable, utterly wonderful experience.

Now, she was caressing Xiao Chun's penis, her beloved child, being suckled at her breast, deeply moved, panting softly. She whimpered as she completed the next step, the action both she and Xiao Chun clearly wanted to do, the action they had longed for:

intercourse!

His uncondom-wearing penis was guided by her, rubbing against her labia, the glans burying itself in her messy, moist pubic hair. Her small hands moved up and down, guiding Xiao Chun's large penis gently in, gently inserting, gently merging, possessing her.

Ah! Xiao Chun's penis was still so good, so hard, so hot, pushing in little by little, penetrating little by little. Ni Yan sighed inwardly, feeling the physical pleasure, the joy of sex, experiencing the bliss, and the satisfaction of being penetrated by this child, this powerful, large penis. She accepted it, savoring it, the pleasure unchanged.

Warm, soft, tightly enveloping, it was inside, all inside! Previously hidden in his crotch, only his testicles remained exposed. Ren Chun was making love again with Ni Yan, his first love, this beautiful aunt. The touch was still so wonderful, so exquisite, so similar to the first time. He immediately widened his eyes, all the muscles in his body tensing. He was desperately, completely focused on experiencing the pleasure of possessing a woman, the fusion with the woman he had longed for and loved. It was truly wonderful, the ultimate bliss. The

soft embrace inside her vagina, the most intimate intercourse, was the best motivation for his penis, the best source of his sexual desire. He was still reluctant, reluctant to lift his head away from Ni Yan's snow-white breasts, to release his aunt's nipples. He discovered that after several sucks, the milk in his aunt's breasts had not dried up. With a little effort from his lips, there was still more, gushing out, inexhaustible, warm. He was almost full! His

penis was hard and fully inserted inside Ni Yan. The young man felt that it was time; he wanted to truly possess his aunt! So, he raised his hand and grabbed the other large breast, kneading it vigorously. At the same time, he lifted his buttocks, slightly pulling out his hard penis and gently rubbing the tender flesh inside her vagina. The softness of Ni Yan's vagina was unbelievable. She was already a mother of two, having given birth to two sons, yet her vagina and reproductive organs were still so tight and delicate. It felt exactly like the first time he had sex with her, the same wonderful sexual experience, the same ecstasy, the same tight grip that almost sucked out his semen—her allure undiminished.

He had compared several options, and it was precisely because a few months ago, he had slept with his mother-in-law's loose vagina, lacking the pleasure of being tightly wrapped and squeezed, that he had this opinion. He had the right to speak on this, the evidence was conclusive.

After all, his aunt was still the best; he loved her so much!

Thinking about it, a part of his heart seemed to melt. After suckling for a long time, he finally released the large breasts. She stopped nursing, turned his head, and pressed his entire face against those soft, delicate breasts. He didn't speak, and for the moment, he remained still. He simply wanted to use his heart and emotions to experience this woman's goodness, her importance to him, their love, and their deep affection.

Besides his mother and his little girl, Ni Yan was another woman for whom his emotions outweighed his lust. Even with his penis inside her, he didn't want to move, quickly seeking physical and mental pleasure, seeking that intense sexual love!

Ni Yan was the same. She lay quietly, not speaking, not urging, not impatient. She, too, gently stroked the young man's cheek with her warm hands, letting him cuddle against her, giving him happiness.

The soft light shone on their naked bodies, so tender, so gentle, so warm and comforting.

Two naked bodies nestled together, overlapping, embracing, so affectionate, communicating heart to heart, happiness flowing freely.

"Mmm..." A moan escaped her throat, a joyful, involuntary sound.

Gently, they began to move, slowly thrusting, tenderly making love.

At first, the young man's movements were gentle, his penis moving in and out slowly and steadily. He lay on top of Ni Yan, wanting only to slowly feel, to feel the smoothness of her body, the softness of her breasts, the tenderness of her vagina. This woman was now like a soft, fluffy cake; he was sinking into it, enveloped within it, in a wonderful vortex. The nourishment of cream and the softness of pastry surrounded him, sticky and clinging to him, airtight, giving him absolute happiness and sustenance, nourishing him.

So good! Her vagina was still so smooth and tight. With his movements on her, his naked body clearly gained speed, passion, and an even stronger desire for her. The huge wedding bed also began to rock gently, creaking back and forth. Ni Yan was also very aroused. She stopped touching herself and treated Ren Chun with the same patience and gentleness as a child. She took the initiative and raised her arms to wrap around Ren Chun's neck, making a standard position for a woman during intercourse, a position where both parties need each other.

The thick, hard penis was clearly visible thrusting in and out of her vagina. The woman lay there on her back, her long hair scattered, her fair body beginning to stir restlessly, moving up and down, passively thrusting, again and again. Her eyes were closed; this time, she was willingly being penetrated, fully immersed in making love with the boy she loved and longed for. Their naked bodies were intertwined, making love in silence—a kind of unspoken, telepathic love. Ni Yan knew that Xiao Chun was truly infatuated with her, truly loved her. His feelings for her even surpassed those for his son, Song Ping. From the very beginning, from the moment they slept together, his penis was hard, and whether he was inside her or not, he remained intimately close to her, pressing against her, using every part of his body to feel her goodness, unwilling to leave, so greedy.

Ren Chun, his penis still hard, began to thrust and push in forcefully. The young man's passion was ignited; he began to use all his strength, extremely excited.

Finally, he had satisfied Ni Yan's lustful desires, and she was overjoyed, screaming and revealing her true nature, recklessly.

"Ah...ah ah...mmm! Good boy, your cock is so hard, you're so good, you know how to fuck Auntie, it feels so good, so great, your big cock! Your thing is so big, so long, so thick, it's almost as big as a stallion! Auntie saw stallions mating in the countryside, yes, just like your cock now, hard, poking into the mare's cunt! So, child, Auntie misses you, and wants you and your brother to fuck me together! You know? The night your brother came to see me, we made love, and Auntie made him like that stallion, hard...mmm...so good, good boy,mmm...it's hitting Auntie's cervix again! You..." "My brother, with his hard cock, stood behind me, cock erect, and fucked me! That…that felt so good! You two kids, I love you both! I love Xiao Chun's big cock!" Pressed down on her from all sides by the young man, her breasts secreted copious amounts of milk, wet and sticky, all rubbing against his chest, warm and smooth. Ni Yan was now like an octopus, clinging to her man, needing her lover. Her entire snow-white, smooth body and limbs completely enveloped him, the big boy on top of her, and her proud, soft breasts pressed tightly against him, rubbing against his chest muscles, making him feel good.

Milk, breasts, all given to him, wet with milk, soft breasts—it was every man's dream of making love with a woman, an absolute pleasure, the ultimate bliss!

And so, the tingling, itching, and pleasurable sensations on his penis gradually intensified, spreading and growing stronger. This feeling, this blissful ecstasy, told him from past experience that he was about to ejaculate! He wanted to ejaculate inside this beautiful, clean woman, the woman he loved with all his heart!

"Auntie, I want to ejaculate! Won't this be dangerous for you? Xiaochun didn't wear a condom, and taking the pill will also harm your body. I'd better pull out. Xiaochun doesn't want to see you suffer, even the slightest harm will break my heart!" Panting heavily, the young man suddenly stopped, abruptly halting. Then, he raised his head, brushed aside Ni Yan's disheveled, damp hair, and gently stroked her flushed face. Looking at her even more radiant and rosy complexion, he sincerely asked, all for her sake.

Because he loved her so wholeheartedly, so deeply, he had neglected himself, completely disregarding his own needs. For Ni Yan, he was willing to endure!

This! This is love!

"Hmm! Good boy, thank you for being so understanding of your aunt. I was a little embarrassed to tell you this, but now, your little brother Ping'er can ejaculate inside me, all of it into my uterus! Because I promised him. After all, he's my most beloved son. Of course, I love you too, you silly child! But I still can't help but distinguish between you and Ping'er, the difference between a biological son and a godson. You...you won't mind, will you?...Son, now you can recognize me as your second aunt, don't call me 'aunt,' it's too formal! Hmm...just call me 'Mom,' I heard you call me 'Mom' just now, it sounded so gentle and pleasant, it's nice." "Listen..." "Auntie...no...Mom...since Mom has already promised my brother...then you should keep your promise...how could I mind...you are mother and son after all...Xiao Chun can completely understand..." "Then son, Mom will bend over now and suck your semen so that my eldest son can shoot it into Mom's mouth, okay? From now on, Mom's cunt and mouth will only eat my two sons' big dicks, Mom is willing!" Ni Yan smiled with emotion, speaking with feeling, her eyes and loving face filled with joy and relief. A man who could treat her like this, who could love her, what more could she ask for!

Ren Chun was surprised, delighted, and excited. This was his aunt, a famous lawyer! Dignified and elegant, and once the wife of the city's deputy mayor, with a noble status, but now, she was actually willing to suck his dick, suck his semen, and even drink it. This was truly exciting!

It's said that women are born for love, live for love, and are willing to risk everything for love. Once in love, they're willing to give anything, to be fearless and reckless.

He lowered his head, kissed Ni Yan's moist, smooth lips, and obediently withdrew his penis. Now, Ren Chun's penis was hard, still trembling in the air, throbbing, clearly out of control before ejaculation. The glans was moist and red, engorged with blood.

This young couple's bed was really big; making love on it must be quite comfortable, so spacious! Ni Yan got up from the bed. The two of them only occupied half the large bed. If two more people came, or even a family of three, there would be plenty of room. If… if her son and Xiao Chun's mother could come too? Playing and making love with them, what would that be like? Just like at home, when she and Bingmeng served their son together, the two best friends were completely open and naked, their large breasts drooping and their buttocks sticking out. The two mothers, so happy and wanton, satisfied their son—they were willing.

They deeply loved their son, and at the same time, they needed their beloved husband more than anything else.

Now, she should be single-minded and focused, satisfying her eldest son first. So, Ni Yan's fair body bent down, her breasts swaying in front of her chest, soft, wanton, and beautiful. She knelt and crawled, reaching out to grasp the young man's erect penis. That high-pointed cock was so good, so tempting! It was indeed bigger, thicker, longer, and superior to her own son's. She had already known this the first time, and now, touching it again, seeing was believing, and she was certain once more. And, it was truly pleasing!

Her gentle, delicate hands were intimately connected with the erect penis, moving with practiced ease and naturalness. Ni Yan's current skill in stroking a man's penis was entirely honed during her pregnancy. She used her hands to service her son, and also developed oral sex techniques and passion—things she had never experienced in her youth, when she was a naive young woman in her twenties. When she had sex with her husband, she felt embarrassed and couldn't let go of her pride during monotonous intercourse. But with her sons, whichever one was younger than her, she was completely at ease. Seeing the pleasure on their faces, the satisfaction of ejaculation, and their expressions of needing their mother filled her with satisfaction, a joyful and irresistible feeling within her.

She loved this feeling of being a strong, independent woman, and then loving her younger men and sons. She was content.

The thick, long penis was right in front of her, right next to her mouth. It was almost there. The penis seemed to harden again, becoming even thicker and larger. Ni Yan prepared herself and began to swallow. She opened her mouth and first kissed the bald glans, the smooth, thin skin. Then, she opened her lips a little wider until she had completely enveloped the glans, which was the size of an egg, and held it in her mouth.

A man's penis is probably meant for a woman to eat, put in her mouth, or in her vagina, no matter how big it is. Otherwise, Ni Yan had only been in contact with such a large penis twice and was not familiar with it. However, she was still able to handle it calmly and easily put it in her mouth, allowing him to enjoy it.

Naturally and skillfully, she began to suckle, her head moving up and down, her breasts swaying, her body gently rocking. It was clear that Ni Yan was putting in a lot of effort and care; she was wholeheartedly trying to make the young man comfortable, so she wanted to give him the best. With her head buried, her warm mouth filled with the heat of his penis, her soft tongue pressed against it, covering the edge, licking Ren Chun's large penis gently and patiently. Ni Yan had it all planned out: as long as Xiao Chun was a good man, possessing the virility and stamina of a true man, then she would risk everything to be with him, to do it with him until the very end. Tonight, as many times as she wanted, she would give him her little mouth and the breasts he loved. As long as he was happy, as long as he wanted to play, as long as he wanted her, she would push herself to the limit and give it her all.

Truly different! Indeed, every woman's oral sex skills are different, each with its own merits. Compared to his mother and the little girl, those two familiar women, his own women, Ni Yan now had his penis in her mouth, giving him a completely different feeling, a different level of experience. Gentle and patient, she used her tongue to lightly rub his penis, and her lips to gently suck on his glans, taking care of every aspect. She didn't miss a single spot. His entire penis felt like it was in an oven, being enveloped, served, and surrounded by all-around heat and gentleness. He felt comfortable, ecstatic, and swollen. Her gentleness and tolerance left his passion nowhere to escape!

"Auntie... ah, no! Mom, I'm going to... cum, cum!" He knelt on the bed, his penis erect, and suddenly, Ren Chun reached out and grabbed Ni Yan's large breasts that were hanging in front of her chest! Without a word, he began kneading and rubbing, indulging in the most pleasurable act of touching. Simultaneously, he also reveled in the sensation of his penis, a tingling, throbbing sensation coursing through him, thrusting and pounding, actively taking control, fucking Ni Yan's mouth! One, two, then countless thrusts, each one hitting the woman's palate, until he reached the peak of his desire and ejaculated!

His breasts, squeezed to release copious amounts of milk, spurting from her nipples, mirroring his own glans, as milky white semen gushed forth in gushes, powerful and rapid! His penis

throbbed wildly, his hands kneading her large, milky breasts, his entire body radiating intense pleasure!

Then look at Ni Yan, the beautiful lawyer who would tomorrow symbolize justice, the messenger of righteousness and fairness, appearing in court to defend her clients, speaking eloquently and passionately, cold as ice. But at this moment, she was naked, her curvaceous body exposed, her mouth moving as she swallowed a large amount of semen, reluctant to spit it out.

Her alluring body, her naked posture, the way she swallowed semen—it was truly lewd.

Panting heavily, both were exhausted. The young man's penis had finally fulfilled its mission; the enjoyment of his first time making love had left him exhausted and limp. It slowly slid out of the woman's mouth, drooping, but he still couldn't bear to remove his hand, still caressing Ni Yan's breasts. His palms were wet with the warm milk of this exhausted woman; it was everywhere on his hands and her large breasts, still plentiful.

"Love me! Don't go..." Lying naked on the large bed, his penis dangling limply between his legs, the young man hummed a song, in high spirits. He gently held Ni Yan's fingers, lightly touching them, as if he were both being affectionate and trying to keep her.

Now, even a brief separation, even just to let her wash up or rinse her mouth, was too much for him; he felt it was a waste of time, a significant loss.

However, watching her still completely naked, her voluptuous body emerging from the bedside into the bedroom, her large breasts swaying, her white buttocks wiggling, so tender and fresh, filled the young man with satisfaction, a feast for the eyes.

He was determined to prolong this beautiful night; he couldn't miss this opportunity.

Thinking this, he grabbed his shorts, took out his phone, and made that bold decision—something he had already considered ever since Ni Yan accepted him again, a decision he had secretly made up his mind.

It's only polite to reciprocate. In the past, it was always the mothers, two women who loved their sons, who made the decisions and made the sacrifices. Now, he felt he should take the initiative. For the sake of harmony between the two mothers and sons, he felt it was necessary.

Afterwards, he sent two WeChat messages, one to his mother at home and the other to his younger brother, Song Ping, who had also returned to the city with their mother, one after the other.

Tonight, sleep will be difficult; tonight, there will be joyous revelry! He thought.

[The End]

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