The son is away, and the mother is looking after the house.

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When Ji Shiming came out of the karaoke bar, he felt a slight sobering up. After seeing off Vice Mayor Chen and his entourage, he stood by the roadside, leaning against a large tree, and unzipped his pants. A man is always more convenient in any situation. Leaning against the tree, he barely managed to suppress the rising alcohol in his system. Remembering what he had done for Old Mrs. Xu that afternoon, he called to his driver, Xiao Wang, "To County Chief Xu's house."
Xiao Wang was the head of the government office's errand car service. County Chief Xu had finished dinner but hadn't accompanied the leaders to karaoke due to other commitments, and had driven off first. Xiao Wang watched Director Ji Shiming's tipsy state and drove cautiously, knowing that this was the easiest time to provoke the leader's displeasure. However, having worked for Ji Shiming for several years, Xiao Wang noticed that not only had his drinking capacity increased, but his social interactions had also improved considerably. It seemed the saying was true: "The drinking reflects the rank of the official."
Just as Ji Shiming got into the car, he touched the things he had prepared for his mother in his pocket, carefully choosing what to say when meeting the county magistrate. He recalled the scene with his mother at home that afternoon, and a sweet smile spread across his face, which was still hiccuping from the alcohol. The old ladies outside the courtyard were gossiping, envying his mother for having such a good son. Little did they know that he was right there in bed with his mother, doing what only husband and wife should do. "Mom, why is your genitals even more attractive than hers?" Ji Shiming had been married for so long, but his relationship with his wife was merely perfunctory. They were always rushed when they had sex, and he had never really looked at her properly. But with his mother, he was more interested in playing with her than in intercourse. Every time, he would first play with his mother's genitals, spreading them apart with his fingers to observe various positions, before carefully watching as he inserted himself, admiring the way his mother swallowed him.
His mother's genitals were like a bright, unfading flower in full bloom. Didn't someone say that a woman's genitals are actually like the flowers of a plant? Otherwise, how could they be so layered and alluring?
“Mom…” Ji Shiming sat in the back seat, his hand unconsciously reaching between his legs, stroking his already erect penis.
“Director, we’ve arrived.” Xiao Wang smoothly stopped the car and notified Ji Shiming. Ji Shiming glanced at the tightly closed gate, a hint of regret in his voice as he withdrew his hand. He pushed open the car door and stepped out with some difficulty. Xiao Wang deftly opened the car door and helped him out.
Ji Shiming opened the gate with a wobbly but practiced ease, as if entering his own home. The yard was quiet, with only a faint light peeking through the window lattice covered by the grape trellis.
He pushed open the living room door, which led to the hallway. At the end of the hallway stood the famous painting by Qi Baishi, which he still couldn’t tell was genuine or a fake.
The television volume was low, seemingly playing the currently popular drama "My Ugly Mother." Thinking of the ugly mother in the show, Ji Shiming felt a surge of happiness. That ugly mother suffered neglect and hardship, while he and his own mother shared a warm and sweet affection. These directors really knew how to encapsulate the complexities of human nature within such a confined space and time, creating a natural resonance in the viewer's soul. He and his mother enjoyed watching the drama, snuggling together and basking in the warmth of maternal love. Occasionally, Ji Shiming would play pranks on his mother, but she wouldn't seem too offended.
He carefully rehearsed in his mind how he would present a show of filial piety to Old Madam Xu in front of the county magistrate.
"Mom..." Just as he approached the corner, he heard what sounded like a line from the television.
"You..." came the ugly mother's voice. Then came a whimpering sound, followed by what sounded like panting during intimacy.
Which scene could this be? Ji Shiming watched TV at home when he had free time, mostly with his mother. His wife always worked night shifts, and his younger sister often studied late into the night for her high school entrance exams, so they had no time to watch TV. This left the two of them alone. When the show reached emotional or heartbreaking parts, his mother would sob and choke back tears. Ji Shiming would pull her into his arms, slipping his hand into her crotch. His mother would gently cover herself with her hands, not allowing him to be too forward. Ugly Mother, my Ugly Mother. He didn't know if his feelings for his mother at this moment were familial or illicit.
"Mom... are you feeling better?" It sounded like County Magistrate Xu's voice, followed by soft, intimate sounds and hesitant, breathy breathing. Ji Shiming felt as if he were experiencing the same situation with his mother. He stopped in surprise. Could it be...?
His heart pounded. He didn't know where the play "Ugly Mother" was at; perhaps Wang Dachun and his wife were making out inside.
Ji Shiming's previously hazy consciousness cleared considerably. He unconsciously slowed his pace, and as he rounded the corner, he saw a person slumped over the long three-seater sofa in the living room. Rubbing his drunken eyes, he saw County Magistrate Xu kneeling on top of a person with gray hair, his lips searching for kisses.
"No...no..." A trembling voice came from the aged man, his hands seemingly unsure where to go, rubbing back and forth on County Magistrate Xu's back. "Mom...
" County Magistrate Xu's voice was now breathless. He embraced the gray-haired man, and Ji Shiming felt his tongue deeply probing inside, ravaging the other's tongue.
"She's still in that room." Ji Shiming recognized the voice of Old Mrs. Xu. He stood there in shock, staring blankly at the scene.
"Mom...she's asleep, and I locked the door." County Magistrate Xu said, his hand already groping for the old woman's belt.
"No!" The old woman grabbed County Magistrate Xu's hand alertly, struggling to lift her head.
“Mom…don’t be afraid.” County Magistrate Xu forcefully reached down, trying to undo his mother’s trousers. “Child, that will bring lightning on you!” Suddenly, with a surge of strength, the old woman struggled to lift herself up, trying to escape County Magistrate Xu’s kiss. Just as she brushed aside her son’s shoulder, she saw Ji Shiming standing blankly at the living room exit. The old woman’s panicked gaze froze, motionless. In that instant, County Magistrate Xu seemed to realize something as well. He turned around following his mother’s gaze, only to be violently pulled down by her. Ji Shiming had never seen the old woman so agile and decisive. As she jumped off the sofa, she pulled up her trousers and swayed her large buttocks as she ran into the bedroom.
When Ji Shiming came out, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Seeing County Magistrate Xu standing before him, head in his hands, looking utterly dejected, gave him a sense of superiority.
“Director Ji,” County Magistrate Xu began, hesitant to speak. Ji Shiming, however, felt a sense of status from this address, something he had never experienced before. County Magistrate Xu always called him "Little Xu" or "Secretary Xu.
" "What's wrong with me?" he asked, clutching his head, his eyes pleading. Ji Shiming knew exactly what he was thinking: he needed a verbal promise not to leak anything.
Seeing Ji Shiming remain silent, he angrily pounded his head, "How could I do this?" and then tore at his hair with both hands. Ji
Shiming was somewhat at a loss. He knew that at this moment, County Magistrate Xu needed his help and understanding the most. If he kept quiet, it would be a great benefit to his future. Besides, he had found someone who shared his interests. From the moment he saw County Magistrate Xu's behavior, he felt he wasn't alone or ashamed; he realized he wasn't the only one who had lost his sense of shame.
As County Magistrate Xu pounded his head, Ji Shiming supported him, "County Magistrate Xu, don't blame yourself too much."
Perhaps County Magistrate Xu was expecting his scolding or even ridicule, but hearing Ji Shiming's kind words, a warmth flowed through his heart.
"I..." The powerful County Magistrate Xu revealed the plea of a weakling at this moment. This was, after all, the ugliest and most despicable thing in the world. In the moment of his impulsiveness, when he embraced his mother, years of longing were soothed. He had lost himself in his mother's embrace, but now what he had hoped would remain between mother and son was about to be exposed to the world. His powerful position was in jeopardy. He felt fear and helplessness, and the regret hidden in his heart made him tremble with fear.
"Loving one's mother is human nature," Ji Shiming said calmly, seemingly not speaking to County Magistrate Xu.
"But she is... I was out of my mind," County Magistrate Xu sighed, his face full of guilt and self-reproach.
Ji Shiming knew that at this moment, the only way to build an unbreakable relationship with County Magistrate Xu, to form a ladder of advancement, was through his own earnest vows. He held his hand tightly, letting County Magistrate Xu feel the warmth flowing towards him.
"Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know."
County Magistrate Xu, tears streaming down his face, grasped Ji Shiming's hand for the first time in gratitude towards his subordinate. "Thank you, thank you."
Ji Shiming knew it wasn't appropriate to say much at this moment, so he gestured towards County Magistrate Xu with his lip. "Don't let anything happen to the old lady." County Magistrate Xu glanced hesitantly at the bedroom door, his face filled with unease.
"Try to persuade her; the one who tied the knot must untie it," he said, giving the county magistrate an encouraging and trusting look, while also offering him an opportunity.
With Xiao Wang's help, Ji Shiming got into the car. He glanced at the county magistrate's bedroom through the car window, knowing that the county magistrate was surely trying to persuade his mother. Thinking about how easily he and his mother had consummated their relationship, he felt a surge of smug satisfaction.
When he got home that night, his mother and sister were already asleep. Ji Shiming lay on the bed, excitedly replaying everything in his mind. His excitement and euphoria kept him tossing and turning, much to the dismay of his wife, who occasionally had a night off. He had to turn away, put his hand between his legs, and masturbate, imagining the scene.
As the firecrackers went off, Ji Shiming and his wife stood on the wedding stage. County Magistrate Xu read aloud the prepared congratulatory speech from his secretary. At that moment, Ji Shiming wasn't happy about the wedding itself, but rather felt incredibly honored that the county magistrate was officiating
. He searched for his mother's figure on the stage. When the officiant smiled and asked him to bow to heaven and earth, he thought of his mother, knowing she would offer her blessings to the newlyweds with a kind face. "The second bow to the parents," the officiant said with a smile. Ji Shiming looked up and saw his mother sitting there, her brows and wrinkles filled with smiles. His heart pounded with excitement, and he suddenly imagined what it would be like if his mother were standing there at that moment.
"Mom, I wish you happiness and good health." The understanding daughter-in-law bowed deeply, shyly pulling Ji Shiming along to complete the bow.
"Mom, I wish you boundless happiness." As he bowed, he saw a flicker of embarrassment on his mother's face. Ji Shiming knew his mother must have felt a pang of jealousy at that moment. Her son, whom she had raised with such care and with whom she had shared countless joys, was being supported by another woman; as a mother, she felt a pang of loss.
"The couple bows to each other..."
Ji Shiming turned back, only to be pulled by the emcee to face his wife. "Want something more passionate?" the emcee suddenly urged, and a roar of approval erupted from the audience. "Yes!"
"Alright, then the bride and groom should be nose to nose, mouth to mouth, growing old together, a couple toiling day and night."
"Great!" someone echoed maliciously, excited by the emcee's phrase "growing old together" and "toiling day and night."
Before Ji Shiming could even express his refusal, the emcee pulled their heads together, pressing his nose firmly against his wife's.
Amidst the cheers and jeers of the crowd, County Magistrate Xu slowly descended the platform, his belly protruding as he leisurely watched Ji Shiming and his wife exchange a token kiss. He immediately sensed a deeper meaning in Magistrate Xu's smile.
When Ji Shiming was ushered into the bridal chamber, facing his newlywed wife for the first time, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt. He wondered where his mother was, the one who had given him life, raised him, and whom he now possessed, was surely weeping alone somewhere. He nervously completed the formalities, listening to the commotion and shouts of drinking games outside, before excused himself to the restroom.
"Mom..." Ji Shiming deliberately searched for his mother. When he saw her thin figure standing alone in the storage room, his guilt turned to pity.
"Xiaoming," his mother said, a hint of sadness flickering in her happy wrinkles.
Ji Shiming looked around guiltily. "What are you doing here?"
"This place needs someone to take care of it," his mother replied, faithfully guarding the wedding gifts for her son and daughter-in-law.
"Mom..." Ji Shiming suddenly felt guilty, and for a moment he had the urge to pull his mother to the bridal chamber. "Come with me." Despite having physical contact with his mother, his longing and lust often lingered around her.
"Someone has to stay here." His mother stubbornly insisted, and that look in her eyes made Ji Shiming feel a pang of guilt. He had forgotten his mother after getting married, and Ji Shiming was determined not to let his mother have that thought.
"I'll have someone else come and see." Ji Shiming tried to persuade his mother.
"Mom is worried." In his mother's heart, her son's newfound wealth naturally held considerable weight; would she easily hand it over to someone else?
A loving heart and a caring heart deepened Ji Shiming's dependence on his mother, especially since that loving heart had long since transformed into romantic love.
Looking at his mother's slightly gray hair, Ji Shiming lovingly reached out and stroked the strands of silver hair. A barely perceptible blush appeared on his mother's face.
"If someone sees us." His mother's voice trembled slightly; at this time and in this place, as a mother, she still knew the taboos of propriety.
Ji Shiming was agitated by the clamor outside. He knew today was his joyous day, one of the "Four Great Joys" in traditional Chinese morality... his wedding night.
"No one's here," Ji Shiming said, pulling his mother into his arms. "Xiaoming, today, don't..." his mother hesitated, trying to push him away.
"No..." Ji Shiming cupped his mother's head, showing a childlike intimacy for the first time, looking at her flushed face as she leaned closer to him.
"It's your big day, Mom doesn't want to spoil your joy."
"Today is your big day too." He lowered his head, wanting to kiss his mother's lips.
"Xiaoming, don't do that anymore. Now that you have a wife, you have to treat her well." His mother reached out and pushed his chin away. Ji Shiming seized the opportunity, grabbing his mother's chubby little hand and moving it to his already erect legs.
"Mom, don't worry, your son won't forget you after he gets a wife. Let me celebrate with you for a while."
"No... Xiaoming, this makes me feel bad for her." Her hand was pinned down by her son, and she pleaded with him helplessly. She didn't understand why her son was still thinking about his mother even on his wedding night. Did he really have no interest in other women?
"Worry about whom?" Ji Shiming took his mother's hand and stroked it against his own groin, feeling her hand stiffly follow his movements. "You raised me from childhood to adulthood, and I will take care of you from childhood to old age. Mom... let's consummate our marriage first." "
No... no..." His mother pushed him away, shaking her head to avoid him, but Ji Shiming leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
"Mom, if you don't agree, I won't go tonight." He took his mother's hand back between his legs.
His mother finally gave in, "Xiaoming, be good." She had no choice but to let her son kiss her. "Tomorrow, Mom will let you have your way." As her son kissed her, her hand was no longer so stiff, but instead rubbed against him.
"I don't want tomorrow, I want tonight."
"Tonight you still want to be with your wife..." To persuade her son, the mother had no choice but to take his hand.
"You are my wife, Mom, let's sleep together."
The mother panicked, passively responding to her son's kisses while panting, "You consummate your marriage with her first, and then I'll agree."
Ji Shiming didn't listen to his mother at all. He let go of her hand and went straight to undo her belt. "You raised me with so much hardship, I want to give you my wedding night."
"Silly child, I'm your mother. Before, you wanted me to give myself to you, but now that you have a wife, you have to live a good life with her." As the mother said this, Ji Shiming unbuckled her belt. Her hand, which was still caressing her son's private parts, quickly pulled away and grabbed the pants her son was trying to take off.
Ji Shiming knew his mother's thoughts; she was afraid that she would taint her son's newlywed happiness. He had to use force, but as soon as he made a move, he heard a "crash," and the bamboo basket on the table fell to the ground.
"Eggs!" The mother, distressed, tried to turn away to pick them up, but her son seized the opportunity to pull off her clothes.
Caught between two tasks, the already tired mother's face flushed purple. Her son's hands were already brazenly grabbing and kneading inside her underwear.
She had hoped that once her son got married, he would stop bothering her, but unexpectedly, even after marriage, he still couldn't forget her, which made the mother uneasy.
Suddenly, someone in the noisy banquet shouted, "Where's the groom? Call the groom out!" Another voice said, "Heh heh, you little rascal, are you up to no good? The groom is probably crawling between the bride's legs right now." This was followed by a burst of laughter.
"What are you laughing at? Are you envious? I'll get your mother to marry one for you tomorrow."
Hearing this, the mother's face turned even redder, pleading with him, "I'm afraid they..."
Ji Shiming quickly covered his mother's mouth, sucking hard, making it hard for her to breathe. "I want them to come over and watch me crawl between the bride's legs."
The mother knew her son's words were pointed, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to scold him but couldn't. Knowing that her son was determined, and worried about being seen, she softened her tone, "If you're going to do it, then hurry up."
Ji Shiming was overjoyed to hear this, "Mom, you agreed?"
The mother sighed, "When can I ever argue with you?" Ji Shiming then grabbed his mother's bulging vulva hard, pinching and squeezing it.
"Mom, I came out of your crotch, and I'll crawl back in."
The mother never expected her son to say something so shameless. What man doesn't like beautiful young women? What man doesn't like to flirt? But this shameless son only loved her, this old woman. Thinking of this, she unconsciously cursed, "You good-for-nothing, all you know is crawling into your mother's crotch." Then she realized it wasn't right; it meant she agreed to her son being with her... But
to her surprise, Ji Shiming excitedly raised his head, deftly unbuckled his belt, and pulled out his enormous penis. "Mom—I just love crawling into your crotch." This made the mother extremely embarrassed, her heart pounding wildly as she looked at her son
's menacing penis. Ji Shiming crawled between his mother's legs, held his penis, aimed it at her open vagina, and thrust it in. His mother's wrinkled, dry vagina swallowed it, pulling back his foreskin until it was completely engulfed.
"Xiaoming, be gentle..." Because she was worried about being discovered, the mother's area wasn't wet. Even though her son had penetrated her, she felt a friction-like pain. Adding to this, a pubic hair was tangled around the head of his penis, causing her to frown.
"Mom, is it comfortable?" Ji Shiming's eyes widened with excitement. He hadn't expected to achieve this with his mother on their wedding night.
"Mom..." The mother wanted to say something but couldn't, finally unable to hold back, "Is it..." Ji Shiming, having penetrated all the way in, also felt the ridge
of his penis being squeezed painfully. He had to pull out, pinching the pubic hair stuck in his ridge with his hand, grinning at his mother, "Mom, your pubic hair." The mother shuddered at the sound, quickly squeezing her legs together. Ji Shiming saw his mother's bright red vagina gradually closing. He pinched the pubic hair and placed it on his mother's snow-white belly. The stiff, curly pubic hair twitched there, exciting Ji Shiming. He then playfully spread her thighs apart.
“Mom, your crotch is so beautiful.” He touched his mother’s plump vulva, spread two fingers, and pressed his erect penis against her labia, comparing their pubic hair. His mother’s was fine and soft, while his was hard and coarse.
“Xiaoming, hurry up.” His mother, lying beneath him, urged him.
Ji Shiming inserted himself with difficulty, watching his mother’s vagina slowly turn back, pulling back his dark foreskin, and slowly swallowing it back in. The vagina, which was originally a little loose, gripped his penis tightly because of his mother’s tension, and he felt a strange excitement.
“Isn’t it time for the bride and groom to toast?” Ji Shiming heard someone shout loudly as he thrust rapidly.
“Call the groom! Call the groom!” someone joined in the cheering.
His mother shook her buttocks and rubbed hard, making Ji Shiming feel pleasure even in his nerves. He lifted his mother’s thighs, pulled her to his side, and thrust hard again and again, making his mother pant heavily, her loose skin covered with beads of sweat.
"Mom...Mom..." He tried desperately to prolong the pleasure, but unexpectedly, his mother's vagina tightened, gripping his glans. A tingling, pleasurable sensation mixed with an itchy discomfort made him almost unable to resist. He had to pull out, moaning, "Mom...Mom..."
"Xiaoming, hurry up." His mother grabbed him with her legs in time, preventing him from pulling out. Ji Shiming had no choice but to thrust in again, watching his mother's nostrils flare wide, like a mule breathing. "They...are looking for you."
Ji Shiming then heard people leaving the banquet hall one after another. He turned his head and glanced outside, only to see indistinct heads moving about. His mother's legs were already hooked around his buttocks, pushing him in with the force. Ji Shiming saw sticky, white fluid flowing from his mother's plump buttocks. He had to thrust in quickly, and with his mother's movements, the storage room was filled with the heavy thumping sounds of buttocks.
"Xiaoming..." his mother's anxious voice.
“Mom…almost there.” Ji Shiming sensed danger; someone had already entered the yard. His mother had clearly heard the footsteps. “Let’s hurry.” His mother seemed to prick up her ears, like a startled rabbit.
Ji Shiming pressed down on his mother’s plump mons pubis, afraid she might suddenly get up and give up halfway. “Almost there.”
“Don’t go in tonight.” His mother couldn’t move because she was being held down, so she had no choice but to let her son do as he pleased.
Ji Shiming thrust all the way in, their genitals plunging in tightly, and his mother’s body trembled. He immediately lay on top of his mother, lifting her millstone-like buttocks.
“Is she pregnant?” His mother’s lower body was already high in the air, her pubic hair swaying in front of him.
“Save your energy, Xiaoming.” His mother was panting, her wrinkled face covered in sweat. “Mom is hoping to hold her grandson.”
“I’ll make sure you do.” He lay on top of his mother, kicking his legs as he thrust deeper inside. "Mom, tonight let your son impregnate you, carry my seed."
"Damn it!" The mother felt her son throbbing inside her, knowing he was about to ejaculate. "Pull it out, Xiaoming, pull it out quickly."
Ji Shiming looked at his mother's split, plump petals and thrust in with all his might, "Let your offspring go in, unite with my sisters."
"Xiaoming, no, don't go in." She tried to push her son's body away, "Mom begs you."
Ji Shiming heard someone moving outside the window, and whispered to his mother, "Don't make a sound, someone's there." His mother fell silent, her eyes filled with pleading. Ji Shiming felt his mother's softness and warmth, his penis slowly reaching the bottom, then he felt as if a small mouth was moving inside. He wanted to control himself, but felt a wave of pleasure radiating from his spine. He thrust in and out quickly, the fluid seemed to be surging inside, finally gushing out from his penis.
"Ah... Mom..." His whole body stiffened, enjoying the last moment.
"You..." The mother beneath him knew there was no hope of recovery, a helpless expression on her face. She could only silently endure her son's excretion.
The person outside the window seemed to hear the commotion inside and stood there for a while. Ji Shiming and his mother remained in that position quietly, with only his penis inside his mother emitting waves of lingering force, gushing out in large spurts, one after another.
Seeing the slight sadness in his mother's eyes, Ji Shiming, pressing down on her, comforted her with a kiss. Mother and son remained tenderly entwined, afraid to make a sound, until the footsteps faded into the distance.
Ji Shiming, his back to his wife, moved his hands rapidly. He had given himself to his mother on their wedding night, and the noise from the crowd had left him somewhat exhausted. No wonder his mother had repeatedly urged him to stay. Seeing his newlywed wife sitting shyly opposite him, he excused himself, saying he had drunk too much and shouldn't be intimate, and embraced her to sleep.

Just then, his sleeping wife turned over. Ji Shiming wanted to hide but was afraid of being discovered, so he had no choice but to move closer. However, the desire ignited within him by his imagined mother, coupled with the fact that his hands had already touched his wife's full breasts, naturally led him to grasp them.
"What are you doing? It's the middle of the night," his sleepy wife said, though slightly annoyed, she still wrapped her arms around him.
After all, it was a woman's body, quite alluring. With his mother not around, Ji Shiming could only vent his desires on his wife, his hand quickly reaching for her genitals.
"Bad..." his wife whimpered, a hint of pleasure in her voice.
Ji Shiming rolled over, straddling her legs, and thrust in with lightning speed. The woman, long deprived, arched upwards in response to the sudden stimulation.
"Ah..." His wife's delight, accompanied by moans, propelled Ji Shiming to a rapid climax.
"Ah...ah..." For some reason, Ji Shiming had never heard his wife's cries so captivating, a series of plaintive sounds filling the room. He couldn't help but reach out and grasp his wife's firm breasts, kneading them.
"Shiming, harder..." This was a conversation he'd never had with his mother before; she always silently endured and resisted, seemingly oblivious to the pleasures of sex.
"Mom, what's that sound?" Just as Ji Shiming was about to climax, he heard his sister's voice from the next room. He had to slow down, but his wife's grip tightened, urging him on.
"Sleep," her mother said softly. "There's no sound." Her tone was tinged with bitterness.
"Is my sister-in-law sick?" Her younger sister, oblivious to the noise, still strained to listen, only to be scolded by her mother.
"Keep it down!" Ji Shiming covered his wife's mouth, but quickened his thrusts.
His wife couldn't help but let out a muffled "woo-woo." Ji Shiming took the opportunity to roll her over and thrust into her from a horse-like position.
"Shiming..." his wife swayed as she was penetrated, turning to look at him, "I'm going to die." Her words were filled with unparalleled joy and allure, a stark contrast to her mother's. Sexual intercourse was supposed to be the greatest pleasure in the world, but her mother had always suppressed it, never uttering a sound. It was his wife, who experienced the full pleasure of intercourse, who was used to such intense pleasures. He didn't know if it was because his mother's genitals were different from his wife's, or if she was simply less sensitive.
Ji Shiming imagined himself in this position with his mother. Her large, swollen vulva was unsettling. He didn't know if his mother had the "steamed bun" type of vulva, but it possessed an unparalleled sexy charm and a beautiful curve. Unconsciously, he pressed down on his wife's waist, raising her buttocks high, making it easier for his eyes to penetrate and for his penis to enter. He looked at that strange shape, comparing his wife's and his mother's "tools." His mother seemed more lethal. He then leaned over his wife's back and grabbed her two drooping breasts from the sides, kneading them.
"Ah... just kill me already." His wife's lewd words stimulated Ji Shiming, making him uncontrollably wild. He straddled his wife's buttocks, thrusting all the way in, until his wife's eyes rolled back and she moaned.
The crib creaked, and Ji Shiming worried that his sister would hear again, but he had no time to think. He thrust rapidly until the overwhelming pleasure surged from his brain to his genitals. With a cry, he collapsed onto his wife, a spasm accompanied by intense pleasure gushing out.
In the quiet room, the sound of flowing liquid seemed to fill the air. Ji Shiming felt her plump buttocks pressing against his thighs, his limp penis being squeezed out of her narrow vagina. He greedily savored the last moments of pleasure, when he heard his mother turn over and let out a long sigh.

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