【The Radiance of Motherly Love】(Chapters Two and Three) Author: Unknown

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 15062

Chapter Two: An Unexpected Sting

The cold winter in the north seemed to offer no warmth for spring.

Leng Lan stepped onto the thin ice beneath her feet and entered the alley. In the still-dark sky, she saw a hunched
figure pushing a tricycle, walking slowly and unsteadily.

"Didn't I tell you? Wait for me to come back before you turn it over. The path is so slippery, what if you fall?"
she shouted sternly. She then walked quickly to the man's side, reaching out to take the tricycle
handle.

"It's just a few steps, it'll be fine. Your white clothes will get covered in coal dust, let Dad do it,"
Leng Jinghui said with a simple smile, brushing aside his daughter's outstretched hands.

Then, as if afraid his sensible daughter wouldn't give up, Leng Jinghui bent down and continued walking
towards the alley entrance.

Looking at her father's short back, the young girl could only shake her head gently and sigh. Her father
always thought of her, even in the smallest things.

"Try this fish. It wasn't freshly killed, but it's still very fresh. Here, have a bite!" At the dinner table
, Leng Jinghui carefully removed the fish bones and placed a piece of tender white fish meat into his daughter's bowl.

"It's quite delicious," she said, taking a small bite. The texture was a bit dry, not as
smooth , but the girl still said it politely, though her words didn't match her heart. She then put down her chopsticks, took out an
ICBC card from her jeans pocket, and placed it on the table. "The bar paid me half a month's wages yesterday. It's not much, but you can buy something first. It's almost
Chinese New Year !"

"Sigh! Thank you for your hard work, old maid!" A large hand covered in old scars lifted slightly, hesitated for a moment,
then finally picked up the card and put it in his pocket.

"Dad heard today that the Land Bureau is making some moves again. They say they'll break ground after the New Year. That's great!
If it's true, you won't have to work so hard. But if you ask me, you shouldn't go to bars. They're a mixed bag,
not good!" Leng Jinghui also picked up a piece of pickled vegetable and ate it with rice, but didn't touch the fish on the plate.

"Don't worry, your daughter is just going to spread her beautiful voice throughout the world and show off her singing talent! Who told me to have
such talent? If I don't use it to benefit the people, wouldn't that be a great regret for them?" Leng Lan raised her head,
tossed her long, beautiful black hair, and laughed heartily. Her two deep dimples made her look lively and cute. She
naturally knew that her father was worried about her, because she was now the pillar of the family,
responsible for the daily income, and also shouldering the burden of her soon-to-be-finished studies. It was indeed a bit tiring, but this also made this girl who had become responsible
at a young age happy.

Being able to rely on the person she loved most and support each other through so many years, what was there to be dissatisfied
or complain about? Life is just a bit tough.

"Anyway, it's better to be careful! And girl, we may not have money, but we can't be spineless.
We absolutely can't do anything that would damage our reputation, understand?" Leng Jinghui added with concern.
This was his biggest worry. Fortunately, his daughter had always been a well-behaved girl and had never done
anything . Then he muttered to himself, "If only we could have been relocated sooner, you wouldn't have to work so
hard! But I heard we have to give some money to their leaders. If we make them happy, they might
give us a few dozen square meters more. Anyway, it's all government money. They can just write it down. These
wolves in sheep's clothing will deceive their superiors and subordinates! But where would we get a few thousand yuan?"

He said these words casually, without really thinking, but his daughter listened attentively and
remembered them.

Wanyue Bar.

"What's going on?" As the song ended, Leng Lan walked off the stage against the dim light, only to see
Ye Wan, the owner of the bar and her senior, approaching her and placing a garment in her hand. A thick, bulging envelope was attached to
the garment .

"Good sister, I'm just doing what I'm asked for, there's no other way!" Ye Wan smiled obsequiously,
then pointed a finger behind her and whispered, "You
've n't you? Actually, he's been here for over ten days. Whenever you're in a song, he comes. Let's just
say he's a loyal fan of yours, always here to see you! And he's very generous, which is
why I paid you so early. To be honest, most of it is his tip! And he
's a very powerful figure, he has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, we can't afford to offend him! Just now… uh… he brought
this garment, he wants you to wear it for the next song…"

"So you agreed, and you thought I wouldn't refuse?" Leng Lan's tone was calm, without a trace of
anger or intention to embarrass the other party. In fact, she was suppressing her anger and humiliation. She
really wanted to take these things in her hands, stride into the bustling bar lobby,
smash and tell him sharply, "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have money. Does having money make you superior? I
won't fall for that!"

Although she hadn't seen what the clothes looked like, whether they were beautiful or ugly,
Leng Lan felt extremely insulted by how this man treated her. She was just an amateur singer performing at this bar,
earning money with her good voice and her own abilities, not a prostitute to be played with at will!

But saying these things required resources, confidence. Did Leng Lan have those? If
she had parents from an ordinary family who could provide her with a comfortable life, why
would she come here, working herself to the bone just to earn a few dozen yuan a night to supplement her family's income? Furthermore,
if she had a healthy father, instead of relying on medication to maintain his health and
adding considerable expenses to the family, she could easily be indifferent to money. Besides,
she had remembered what her father said tonight. If she could earn those extra few thousand yuan to buy something more
valuable might as well give it a try. The key was that it would make her father happy.

Having relied on each other for so many years, she and her father had long been accustomed to prioritizing each other's joys and sorrows,
seeing them as the most important spice in their lives.

When you're under someone's roof, few people don't bow their heads. Those pretty words and those haughty postures were just for show.
"This is the survival rule of this hierarchical life, cruel and ruthless,

" Leng Lan said succinctly, without uttering a single unnecessary word. "Okay, I agree!"

"Good little sister! I knew you'd agree! How about this, to motivate you, I'll give you an early day off.
After the next song, you can go straight home!" Ye Wan affectionately patted her junior sister's shoulder, her face immediately
lighting up with a smile . Her small eyes seemed to reflect the gleam of money. If she could have such
a generous young man every day, his single visit could equal half a month's income for this small bar. She'd be
happy to treat her junior sister like royalty.

What kind of clothes were these?

When Leng Lan put on the designated clothes and stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room, she suddenly had the illusion that she was completely naked,
standing in her own bathroom, being stared at naked.

She had always believed that pretty girls look good in anything, so she always
opted Even when singing in bars, places known for their high-energy atmosphere, she would
wear a white pullover sweater with simple jeans. Her clean and refreshing attire always garnered her many
compliments and made her quite popular.

But now, Leng Lan felt like she had undergone a complete transformation. It wasn't that the outfit was unattractive,
but rather that the fabric was too thin. The thin straps completely exposed her fair and rounded shoulders,
barely covering her ample breasts. The most prominent feature was the pitifully small strip of fabric. Normally,
even wearing thick sweaters every day wouldn't accentuate her proud and perky chest, but this tank top was just
right , allowing her assets to shine. The white flesh and the alluring
cleavage between her breasts were incredibly seductive and alluring.

Normally she wouldn't have thought much of it, but now, with this tank top perfectly accentuating her figure, she realized
how big, how beautiful, and how worthy she was of showing off her breasts.

Breasts? Ha! How could such a vulgar word even cross her mind, a mind usually reserved for good girls? Well,
since she was already wearing it, and the dress had already showcased her beauty, why not be bold and
show it off to everyone? Even if it was just to do justice to the bulging presence in that envelope.

Although she was embarrassed to face herself in the mirror, she had to admit that
this did have a certain magic.
It seemed to have suddenly awakened her love of beauty, which she had kept hidden for so many years while focused on managing her household and making a living. It turned out that her long-dormant girlish heart also craved
attention . It turned out that if she didn't win some admiring and envious glances with such a great figure, she would
feel it was a pity and a regret.

Without further ado, she reached out and ripped
off the white bra that was still fastened to her breasts. Without the obstruction of the bra's lace, her snow-white breasts were now more
openly exposed, instantly amplifying their beauty and sex appeal.

After showering, having worn underwear outside for over ten years, the sudden
friction quite uncomfortable. With each step, she felt her two heavy mounds
of flesh tremble uncontrollably, each step causing a quivering of her breasts. Even through her
clothes, waves of radiant beauty rippled through the fabric.

The spotlight shone on Leng Lan again, and another soothing and melodious prelude began. Just
as , when she sat on the high stool, her long, flowing hair cascading down, holding her guitar and preparing to sing and play,
the audience in front of her—the one below the bar—immediately fell silent. Although she was looking down and couldn't
see their expressions or gazes, she was certain that eighty percent of them were filled with astonishment
and greed, their eyes involuntarily locked onto her snow-white skin. The remaining group, however,
were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, casting infuriatingly resentful glances at her.

Needless to say, those gazes were directed at men and women. Leng Lan wasn't boasting; she
had that much confidence, though she had only just discovered it today.

Even Ye Wan, who was usually so confident in her curvaceous figure, couldn't help but gasp in surprise as
she brushed past , her eyes filled with unexpected delight.

Looking at everything before her, and recalling the scene just now, Leng
Lan wondered if she should have been so bold. In any case, she was enjoying this moment! Possessing such great qualities allowed her
to finally grasp a sense of pride in her ordinary life, making her feel like a queen, high above everyone else.

With satisfaction, a faint smile appeared on Leng Lan's lips, and then she skillfully plucked the strings,
softly humming a tune.

Completely absorbed in her own little world, Leng Lan didn't notice
a man sitting not far in front of her, legs crossed. The man raised a wine glass, the dark red liquid inside swirling. He
narrowed his eyes, his small eyes gradually deepening, shooting out a hot and ruthless light, like
someone in a hunting ground eyeing a prey they coveted, lying in wait, ready to strike at any moment and
deliver a fatal blow … Although the movement was very light, when Leng Lan tiptoed to open her large iron gate, it still drew
a burst of impatient barking from the neighbor's big yellow dog, which was indeed a little eerie in the quiet of the night.

Entering the house, the much-needed warmth immediately rushed towards her face, which was slightly numb from the cold. Not wanting
to wake her sleeping father, Leng Lan didn't turn on the light, but tiptoed towards her bedroom,
simultaneously removing her scarf.

Removing the scarf, her hearing returned to normal. Unexpectedly, a muffled sound entered the girl's
ears , intermittent and sudden. This made her immediately stop and listen even more intently. Yes, it was her father
!

Because of his old injury, his health had always been poor, so Leng Lan would always be very anxious whenever her father had any
problems . She would rush to his side like a firefighter, showering him
with concern and care. Hearing the strange sound continue, the girl didn't have time to think further. She casually tossed the scarf
onto the sofa and hurried towards her father's door.

She was a very cautious girl, even with her father, with whom she spent every day, because she believed
in importance of privacy. Therefore, she never rashly barged into other people's rooms, and now was no different.
Despite her worry for her father, she gently pushed the door open, leaving a crack.

When the scene before her eyes appeared, the girl, gripping the doorknob, immediately covered her mouth to prevent
herself screaming in anger and surprise.

She saw that the computer was on, the dim light illuminating the face of a thin man. The man
was completely naked, wearing headphones, sitting in a computer chair, which was angled towards the door.
He was intently performing a repetitive action on the computer, and the girl
could see .

One of his hands was on his crotch, moving up and down vigorously and intently, and in his
hand was something the girl had never seen before, but knew what it was.

It was knowledge she had learned in middle school physiology class, something both boys and girls found difficult to talk about, something they could only secretly
observe . It was a man's penis! Of course, some people called it a "big dick, " a vulgar term used by

those annoying boys, and in a flash, those words flashed through the girl's mind. As a senior in college, she wasn't entirely ignorant about male and female physiological needs. Even though she didn't have a boyfriend yet, and wasn't in a relationship with any of her girlfriends, she had heard rumors that men had strong sexual desires and would take care of themselves if they didn't have partners. Back then, as a good girl, she didn't know what " taking care of " meant or how to do it. But the scene before her, her father's actions, truly taught her a lesson. Her father wanted a woman; he needed a woman too! Her ears were filled with her father's increasingly rapid breathing, and with each breath, his body leaned forward. Although she couldn't see his face, Leng Lan could tell from his moans that he was enjoying himself. However, what the girl found unbearable and infuriating was why the name her father was muttering was hers. Why was her father still thinking about her? That selfish woman who had torn her to pieces in her mind countless times, whom she had long considered dead? Yes, Leng Lan heard it clearly; the woman her father was calling out was her mother! She should have been a member of this family! But that hateful woman, who resolutely left for distant lands in times of crisis, heartlessly abandoning her ailing husband and young daughter! If it weren't for her mother's cruelty, leaving wouldn't be in this miserable state now. Although he survived and his injuries healed, his face is basically disfigured, a patchwork of black and white like an uneven, grotesque . If it weren't for her mother's irresponsibility, perhaps she and her father wouldn't be living in such poverty, residing in a dilapidated house that no one else would want, eating rotten fish and shrimp that no one else would buy. Actually, the girl had gotten used to all this after so many years of hardship and didn't think much of it. She was just angry at her mother's cruelty in abandoning them, father and daughter. Because of her mother, the true mistress of the house, her family of three was complete, and even in the face of hardship, there was happiness. Look at her father now. He's still in his prime, and even if his health isn't the best, he's still a normal man! He has needs, desires that everyone has, but he can't have them. What pains the girl even more is that her father is still fantasizing about her, that unattainable yet desperately pursued illusion. It's so unfair! She sighed inwardly for her father, feeling helpless, only a lingering heartache . Why can't her father find compensation elsewhere for what he can't have? For example, me! In another flash, the girl, still frozen at the doorway, jolted awake, startled by her own audacious and outlandish thought. At the same time, her gaze remained fixed on the tip of her father's penis, now red and seemingly larger. She felt her full breasts swell, as if about to burst from her tight bra, and a fire burned in her chest. An indescribable, strange feeling slowly welled up within her, making her want to do something! Then, she finally saw a stream of milky white liquid spurt from her father's penis , the liquid spreading everywhere—on the computer keyboard, her father's thighs, the floor. As the spurt finished, her father slumped into the computer chair, motionless, letting out uneven breaths. "Shuqing, I miss you so much!" a murmured whisper escaped his lips, deep and desolate—a tone the girl had never heard before. Her fair hands gripped the doorknob tightly again, the cold, hard metal digging painfully into her delicate skin. At this moment, the girl felt no more hesitation or fear, no more wavering in giving her pure body to her father; only unwavering resolve remained—a resolute determination like a moth drawn to a flame! Even if it meant utter ruin, she would not hesitate! Her father was her everything. If her father was happy, if he could find the same fulfillment as others, then she would have gained the greatest reward in her life, the most precious fruit of happiness! However, she knew she had to proceed gradually, never rushing things. Doing so would be too sudden and might hurt her honest , simple father. After all, this was no small matter. She gently closed the door again, already having her next plan... Chapter Three: A Kind Encounter Early morning, bright sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, generously illuminating the young man's sleeping face. After a while, he opened his sleepy eyes, regaining consciousness, and immediately felt the soft body beside him breathing evenly. With each slight rise and fall, those two large, white mounds of flesh rubbed against his bare chest in the blankets . He felt the tenderness of the nipples, the smoothness of the skin—how wonderful! Lazily, he turned over, his gaze immediately falling gently on the fair and delicate face of the beautiful mature woman sleeping soundly beside him. Although she was about to turn fifty, the old man of time had hardly left any marks on her face; her skin was still as smooth as egg white, without a single wrinkle. On her fair face were a pair of slightly closed eyes. Because she was fast asleep, the young man could not see the sometimes serious and sharp her eyes. However, he always felt that she looked better with glasses on; that way, it would instantly enhance the woman's noble temperament and make her absolutely eye-catching.

However, that was all outside, when he was dressed. Now, this
naked was what stirred his heart even more. Of course, what aroused him even more was his prime
sexual prowess, and his large penis, which became erect immediately upon waking every morning due to morning erections
!

With his penis erect, he would gaze intently at his mother, who was soon fast asleep in the warm bed
. This had been Ren Chun's daily ritual since they had started having sex a few days ago.

He would raise his hand and gently place his fingers on his mother's rosy cheek,
stroking , filled with boundless love.

In the past, such brazen touching of his mother, and even sleeping naked in the same bed with her,
was something a well-behaved young man like him would never have dared to do; it was just a fantasy. But now that he had actually
done it, touching his mother's warm, large breasts every night, and comfortably lying on her naked body,
ejaculating his own semen, he and his mother truly felt nothing. It wasn't the sky falling, nor was the earth
collapsing. Their actions were a concentrated expression of mutual love; his mother pitied and loved him, and he
accepted it willingly—it was that simple!

However, every time he and his mother rolled around in bed, afterward, a shadow would appear in his heart, like
an indelible paste stuck to his chest, constricting his veins, making him
feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

He knew this shadow was the debt he owed to his father! His father was away on business, not returning home
for months at a time , and he had done this with his mother—how could he feel at peace with himself?

Thinking of this, he sighed heavily again, utterly at a loss for what to do.

Just then, a warm palm covered his face, gently holding
the hand that was still touching his mother's cheek.

She was awake.

Shifting his gaze, Ren Chun saw that his mother had opened her eyes. Perhaps because she had just woken up,
her eyelids were still swollen, and she was looking at him with half-closed eyes, a hazy smile in her eyes, gentle
and radiant.

His mother looked so beautiful at that moment! He looked at his mother and exclaimed sincerely.

Mother and son gazed at each other, neither wanting to break the stillness, letting the beautiful morning
light flow gently beside them like a stream, nourishing their skin and hearts—it was truly wonderful
and pleasant. "Son, thank you!" Ren Chun heard her say softly as

her five fingers were slowly pried open, allowing her warm palm to cover his mother's face . "What should I thank you for?" He leaned forward, and a tender kiss landed on his mother's soft lips. The young man asked softly, afraid of breaking the moment they were enjoying their private time together. At the same time, he deliberately shifted his hips, pressing his hard penis against his mother's warm vulva , the rough, smooth glans rubbing against the soft pubic hair, back and forth. "Son, you know what? When we do this, Mom really feels young again, like I've gone back to when I first married your father, it was like this too!" Liu Yirong's soft gaze remained on her son's face, gradually becoming dreamy, as if she were slowly traveling through the river of time, truly returning to the beautiful days of her honeymoon, the sweet and tender moments with her husband. "Back then, our family was very poor, and our living conditions weren't good, but your father and I were so happy ! Every morning was the same. I'd wake up naturally in your father's arms, stretching comfortably, and your father would look at me with the same focused and affectionate gaze you had! Ah, thinking about it now, youth is wonderful! Full of hope, like having inexhaustible energy for our family! Even if life was tough, being together was still a happy and joyful experience!" As she spoke, Liu Yirong shifted her naked body in the blankets, snuggling closer to her son, as if searching for those warm, irretrievable moments. "Working together, building our beautiful home, and then having a lovely child—that's wonderful!" The young man's hand, which had been touching his mother's face, slowly slid down to her shoulder. He unconsciously patted her shoulder, murmuring to himself, completely oblivious to whether his mother was listening or not, or whether she noticed the hint of disappointment and melancholy on his face. "Son..." No one knows a son better than his mother. Hearing her son 's tone and seeing his expression as he looked up, the ever-astute teacher immediately knew that her unintentional words had touched a raw nerve. Marriage is a natural part of a man's life, something every successful man experiences. Walking down the aisle with the one he loves, receiving blessings from family and friends, and seeing the unbridled pride on his parents' faces —that's a man's most fulfilling moment. But for her son? It was a dream he could only dream of, a dream that would never come true. Because he couldn't have it, he longed for it, and thus felt increasingly lost and heartbroken. It was like a train constantly traveling through a dark tunnel, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much effort he exerted, he couldn't find the exit to the light, only endless wandering. "Son, haven't I always told you? Don't think about those unrealistic things, those things you don't know! Just work harder and do your job well. Love and romance are all about fate; you can't force it !" Although she sympathized with her son, Liu Yirong didn't want to offer him comforting words. Sweet talk only makes people weak, while facing the unchangeable truth is what makes people grow and become strong . Subtly, she herself was a strong woman, so she needed to mold her son into an even stronger man. "Yes, Mom, you're right! I won't forget these words!" With his penis lying straight between his mother's thighs , feeling the warmth of her grip and the softness of her pubic hair, Ren Chun couldn't control himself anymore. He began to thrust his bare buttocks rhythmically, his genitals, which were radiating heat, gently rubbing against his mother's plump vulva. At the same time, his bare glans felt his mother's already moist labia open, breathing out to welcome his penis as it entered.

"Mom, let's do it!" He couldn't take it anymore. He rolled over and pinned the naked mature woman beneath him
. With the movement, the soft bed trembled slightly. His mother was
ready . She curled her thighs up and spread them wide, gently squeezing them around her son's waist in the blankets. This
way, her entire hairy vulva was wide open, ready for her son's big cock to enter and
pamper her!

"Mmm..." With a soft moan, Liu Yirong felt a surge of heat and fullness in her lower body,
incredibly comfortable! She realized that she truly loved her son's cock. Every time they made love, whether she was leaning over with
her big breasts hanging down, giving him oral sex, or now, with her son pinning her down
, his cock inserted into her body without any gap—the land that nurtured her son, she
felt an indescribable sense of intimacy deep inside her. Perhaps this was the wonderful thing about making love with her son? Because
of family love, it is all so beautiful!

"Mom, your son loves to hear you moan. Moan louder!" The penis moved rhythmically, and with each thrust,
a squelching sound could be heard, making both mother and son's genitals wet. Due to the vigorous
movements, the young man's body was already incredibly hot. He lifted his arm and suddenly threw off the quilt,
revealing two naked and beautiful bodies on the large double bed. Although the young man was physically disabled, he
had a well-proportioned body, and even had well-developed biceps muscles, which gave him more
stamina His thrusts, sometimes gentle and sometimes vigorous, truly satisfied his mother and allowed her to
obtain the basic satisfaction a woman needs during sex.

"Good son! Mom's eldest son! Your cock is so good, so big! So hard! Mom loves
your cock so much, thrust it in hard, ah... it's hitting Mom's uterus again, it's so numb! So... so comfortable
! Big cock son, Mom loves you! Son, do you know? Mom and your dad haven't made love in a long time, your
dad's cock is no good at all! Not as big as yours, and not hard either! Mom will let my son fuck me comfortably! Yes,
hurry up... son, Mom feels so good..." Her big breasts began to swing violently, softly rubbing against
her son's strong chest. The woman twisted her full, white naked body, tilted her fair neck back, and began to obediently
moan in bed. As her son's hard cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her uterus, she involuntarily and intermittently
expressed her love for her son and his member, her voice charming and seductive, completely losing the authoritative tone she used when
lecturing and speaking to her son.

Seeing his beloved mother's expressions of pain and pleasure beneath him, and hearing her utter
lewd , the young man, who had already greedily begun to fondle his mother's breasts, felt as if he had been given a shot of adrenaline
. He gripped his mother's breasts even harder; her tender, smooth breasts, like giant fleshy jelly
, bounced and swayed in his hands, allowing him to play with them at will.

"Mom, let's change positions, your son wants to see your big breasts dance!" The young man's stamina
was truly remarkable; despite thrusting for
quite some time, Liu Yirong still felt her son's penis inside her so hard, so full of vigorous fighting power. The increasingly hot and burning glans unimpededly occupied her vagina,
kissing her cervix with each stroke before reluctantly withdrawing; this tantalizingly close yet distant touch was incredibly
stimulating .

Her face flushed crimson, her breasts turning a tender pink. The intense intercourse caused her to raise her snow-white
arms to encircle her son's neck, clinging to him as if afraid he would leave her.

Ren Chun rolled over again, lying on his back with his naked mother in his arms. His legs were spread, his dark penis
erect and completely buried in his mother's fertile and wet vagina. He lifted his hands and supported
his mother's smooth, white shoulders, helping her sit up. This made her two slightly sagging breasts
stand out even more, hanging on her chest like two large, white mounds of flesh, leaving the young man mesmerized
and captivated once more.

At this moment, how grateful he was to have such a body, and such a mother who loved him so selflessly!
Because of his disability, his mother pitied him and gave him her body without reservation, allowing him to
experience the most beautiful things in the world every day, to see his mother's most beautiful body—her large, white
breasts, her smooth skin, and her vaginal opening covered with thick, dark pubic hair. Tell me, who else
in the world has such good fortune? To receive his mother's wholehearted love, and in return, to give his
mother the happiness and satisfaction of keeping her love within the family?

Love makes people strong and resilient, willing to give everything for their loved ones! This has always been Ren
Chun's motto, which is why he works so hard, constantly striving to become
extraordinary From now on, however, he must do even better, because only then can he truly
repay his mother's kindness, allowing her to experience the joy and pride of seeing her son succeed, and giving her the right to say how
successful and proud her son is!

With such high spirits and full of passion, the young man, lying on the big bed
, exerted himself again, using his big cock with great skill. He suspended his waist and thrust his hips up and down, so that
his cock could move freely in and out of his mother's vagina, each time violently hitting her uterus,
each time bringing out a large puddle of vaginal fluid, which meandered down and soaked Ren Chun's thighs and the sheets beneath her.

With her son's rapid thrusts and her active cooperation, the female teacher cried out and
moaned with ecstasy. Finally, like a lump of white mud, she went limp and collapsed
onto , her soft, smooth breasts pressed tightly against his chest. At the same time, her head quickly moved upwards,
her lips eagerly finding her son's mouth. Then, this female teacher, who was always calm and reserved in public,
began to kiss a man. She swirled her lubricated lips, kissing so passionately, so tenderly, so
deeply, like a young girl's first kiss—passionate and unrestrained!

The sounds of mother and son's intercourse were replaced by the powerful sucking sounds of four lips. Now, the entire warm
bedroom echoed with the perfectly synchronized, passionate kissing sounds, long and tender.

This was Liu Yirong's habit: to kiss a man just before orgasm, gaining physical
satisfaction and the lingering, fiery pleasure of kissing lips. It was truly wonderful!

Sure enough, within seconds, the naked woman lying on top of her son trembled violently several times,
her body shaking uncontrollably for several seconds before subsiding.

At the same time, in her son's warm embrace, she felt his rapid, forceful
thrusts inside her. Then, his embrace tightened, holding her full upper body tightly in his arms. Her
breasts, now flattened from their misshapen state, resembled two plump pancakes. Then, his thick, hard glans
pressed against her cervix without any gap, followed by a gush of hot semen filling her body.
Her son had ejaculated! A large amount of semen filled her uterus!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment; everything else vanished, leaving only the mother and son
embracing each other, the tender warmth of their genitals remaining on each other's bodies.

With each breath that gradually calmed, Liu Yirong, still limp and lying on top of her son, finally
let out a long sigh, finally waking up in immense relief.

"Mom, does it feel good?" The soft little penis slowly slipped out of his mother's vagina. Ren Chun's
five fingers unconsciously patted her smooth, big buttocks, and he felt the warm texture of her breasts against his chest.
The young man was weak but enjoying it immensely.

"Mmm! My eldest son is such a man! He's so strong in that area, I almost died from it!"
Turning her head, her loving and moist lips gently touched his young face, and Liu Yirong kissed
her son with utmost tenderness.

"Mom, has Dad not loved you like this...like this for a long time? What's wrong with you two? Is he
impotent?" Ren Chun still couldn't bear to let go of his mother, letting her lie on top of him, feeling
the comfort of her breasts, which he felt was the most beautiful moment in the world.

It wasn't that he intentionally wanted to pry into his parents' privacy. Their sex life—in the past, when he and his mother
were just ordinary mother and son, even if he had the guts of a bear and a leopard, he wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.
But now it was different. Now that he had enjoyed everything about his mother, he felt he had the right to know
every detail of her life, and then to be considerate of her like a husband, caring for
her in every little way.

Now, he wanted to be a dutiful son, and at the same time, try his best to be a real man,
giving his mother all his love, both physically and emotionally.

The kiss on his lips suddenly stopped. He turned around and saw that his mother's previously gentle and
even slightly languid and charming expression after making love had gradually dissipated, like a cold,
frosty atmosphere gradually enveloping her on a harsh winter night.

"What did you say? We're your parents! How dare you ask us about that kind of thing? Is this the kind of
disrespectful thing a son should ask? Do you even have a brain? You better remember this! The only reason I'm like
this with you is because I pity you. I'm your mother! You think you're really my man now? Let me tell you!
You'll always be my and your father's son, so you'd better always behave yourself and do what a son should do.
If you shouldn't ask something, shut up! If you shouldn't know something, just pretend you're deaf and dumb! Got it?
You better get your ass right before you talk to me again! Go away! Get out of here, go back to your room,
I'm going to buy groceries and cook!" Liu Yirong, who had been gentle and affectionate just moments before, reverted to her usual strict motherly demeanor,
sternly reprimanding her son. Her already unsmiling face became even more serious and frightening as it flushed red.

Afterwards, she climbed off her son, her large breasts swaying. Though terrified,
the young man, lying naked on the bed, had to admit one fact: his mother's breasts were truly large! Much prettier than
those Japanese actresses, white and tender!

The beautiful and warm atmosphere was shattered by a curious remark. The young man scratched the back of his head,
slowly sitting up from his parents' bed, seemingly still lingering on his mother's scent and
the full body that made his penis hard every time. Then he obediently got out of bed, his penis dangling as he left
the bedroom.

Sigh! Serving a queen is like serving a tiger; it seems he'll have to be careful speaking to his empress from now on! Although his mother is now
his woman, her motherly status and arrogance have only increased. In short, making his mother angry
would be the worst thing for him, another painful lesson! Muttering to himself,
the young man dared not look back at his mother again, afraid that his disobedience would displease her once more.

On the bustling morning street, already dressed and leading her Samoyed,
Liu Yirong's mind was still in turmoil. As she walked, she was still processing the reasons for her
outburst .

Her son had guessed correctly, but only half correctly. She was angry because of his outspokenness,
but the other half was a reason she herself wouldn't admit. How could she tell her son? Therefore,
she could only use shouting and her maternal authority to mask the hidden desires within her.

Shamefully, she had given her body to her son without hesitation, claiming it was to
help him forget his past love. Only she knew the truth; those words were
merely an excuse to release her long-suppressed sexual desires!

Humans are truly strange creatures. Sometimes, the more unattainable something is, the more we crave it, indulging in
greedy pleasures, even at the cost of committing heinous crimes. Liu Yirong didn't know what was wrong with her
. She was almost fifty, and now separated from her husband, only able to reunite
once . Logically, with her composed personality, she should be able to control herself in bed, suppressing any urges
. But the opposite was true. When she lay alone on the bed, her naked body feeling only
her own warmth, the comfort of her soft breasts untouched by her lover, a strange emptiness
filled longed for her husband, for a man's warm embrace, a man's hot penis! Holding her,
or pressing her full body against the bed, passionately making love to her—that would be so satisfying! It would be as if
once released all her pent-up desires, she would have no regrets. But no, not even once! Especially after
months of of sharing a bed with her husband, no matter how hard she tried—using her hands to masturbate, or lying between his
legs, taking his penis into her warm mouth, or letting him comfortably and enjoyably touch her soft, large breasts—
Her husband's impotence and perfunctory attitude only fueled her despair and intensified her burning desire. The repeated
disappointments and sexual repression caused a subtle shift in her mindset. Rather than having an affair and letting other
men enjoy her voluptuous body, she decided to fulfill her son's desires, ensuring he
didn't waste his life as a man and experience the pleasures of all women.

Everyone has secrets, and this was her deepest, most hidden secret, one
that no one could know or touch, not even her closest
son .

Furthermore, her anger stemmed from her son crossing another line. How could he
compare his strengths to his father's weaknesses? This was blatant disrespect! Having already betrayed her husband due to her own uncontrollable
lust , how could she allow her son to look down on her for his impotence?
Therefore, her anger was also an attempt to protect her husband's dignity. She didn't want to lose her happy family,
and thus, she didn't want anyone to be hurt or lose their place in the household.

She had considered it all. To make amends to her husband, she had become
indifferent to the possibility of him seeking pleasure elsewhere. If he wanted to,
she They were middle-aged, had slept together for most of their lives;
what was the point of remaining chaste? The key was to enjoy life while they still had the energy. As long as they still cared for each other
and loved each other, that was enough. She felt that was fair.

Just then, something swiftly passed by, startling her from her deep thoughts.

She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed she was at the crossroads. Luckily,
her large dog darted past, bringing her to a stop and a glance around.

But in that instant, her face paled in horror. Her eyes, behind her glasses, widened in terror as she stared at
the middle of the road during the morning rush hour. She wanted to shout, to call back her mischievous
, runaway white dog, but it was too late. The deafening roar of the passing cars drowned out her weak voice. She
could only watch helplessly as those monstrous vehicles sped past her beloved dog with madness, one after another
. The little guy was terrified, standing frozen in place, turning his head, looking around helplessly, unsure
of what to do.

The cold winter morning had made Liu Yirong's palms sweat profusely. If
a careless car had sped by at that moment, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

How heartbroken would her son be to suddenly lose his most beloved playmate? Her first
thought was for her son; of course, she absolutely did not want to lose this adorable,
lively !

That's why she was terrified, her hands and feet turning cold.

Oh my god! A motorcycle couldn't swerve in time and sped straight past! Resigned, she closed
her eyes, unable to watch! "

My dear, good luck to you, Mom can't take care of you anymore!" She silently repeated this for a second, and sure enough
, a sharp, piercing screech of brakes rang in her ears, so shrill, like the call of death.

But there was no heart-wrenching scream. It was over; she was definitely dead. After all,
the motorcycle had been going so fast, the impact so powerful. She dared not open her eyes; she had already considered the worst possible outcome,
and at the same time, her heart ached.

A commotion began around her; footsteps and voices gradually increased. Liu Yirong understood; there had indeed
been a traffic accident. Since it concerned her, she didn't hesitate any longer. She opened her eyes again and ran towards
the scene.

A crowd of onlookers had already gathered. When she pushed through the throng,
bracing for what lay beneath the blood-soaked dog, her heart, which had nearly leaped out of her chest, finally
calmed, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Yirong saw her own white furry friend curled up in someone's arms. Seeing her, the dog struggled to its feet
and ran towards her, still shaken, wanting to seek refuge in its owner's embrace.

Although her dog was alright, the scene before her didn't offer much comfort. In just a
few minutes , her heart had been on a rollercoaster, rising and falling rapidly. Now, she had no
time to care about her unharmed dog. Instead, she ran quickly to
the person who couldn't stand, their face contorted in pain. She was at a loss, unsure what to say, her expression as anxious as a child lost from their mother in
the street . Finally, she could only crouch on the ground, waiting for help.

"Brother, are you... are you alright? Move the motorcycle away, try to move a little, see if you can stand up...
Hey! Don't try, just wait a bit, the ambulance is coming soon!" When
Liu Yirong saw the person who had intervened, she was genuinely stunned. She could hear her own voice trembling slightly. It wasn't because of
the freezing weather , nor because the person's leg was under the motorcycle wheel and had been crushed, causing her momentary
panic, but because of the person's face!

What kind of face was that? The patches of skin on it seemed to be pieced together, an
incomplete face covered in scars, with uneven skin tones. Some patches of skin were white, some were dark, and
a piece of flesh even bulged out, like an extra big lump under the eye socket. No matter how you looked at it,
it was uncomfortable, and you couldn't bear to look directly at it.

After a long while, the still-startled Ms. Liu finally realized what was going on with the person in front of her, and
why that face was so terrifying. Actually, it was just severe burns left from a fire,
resulting in disfigurement. However, seeing such a horrifying face for the first time was something anyone would need time to adjust to
; it was impossible not to feel a chill run down their spine.

Liu Yirong took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to steady her already calm breathing. Then, she tried her best
to keep her eyes still, keeping her gaze level so that she could meet the person's eyes and avoid
seeing anything she didn't want to see, thus preventing another wave of discomfort and lingering fear.

At the same time, this direct eye contact was also a form of politeness, a silent thank you for this kind person's help
, Liu Yirong thought.

At least the person lying on the cold concrete understood, and was even somewhat mesmerized.

Since his burns, she was one of the very few women who looked at him without flinching. Her
focused eyes showed no sign of panic; all he could see were her dark, shining pupils, radiating
kindness and concern.

In an instant, his heart felt like it had been struck by lightning, a swift and powerful shock. He seemed
to forget everything—the pain in his leg subsided, his body no longer felt cold.

"Luckily, the little one was by the roadside, otherwise, no one could have helped. Don't worry too much, I'm fine!"
His oddly shaped lips parted, a hoarse voice, strained by pain, escaping his lips.
His kind gaze remained fixed on her bespectacled, fair, mature face as
he spoke sincerely.

And now, that look in your eyes makes me not regret my earlier recklessness at all! He smiled again; these words
were spoken in his heart, equally sincere…

[To be continued]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/204823.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=204823&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : 【Incest Empire】(03)

Next Page : 【Full House of Spring】