Long novel about incestuous relationships in Yangshuwa, chapters 21-25

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Chapter Twenty-One:
Mother and son were locked in a passionate, kissing embrace, but Jiqing felt increasingly suffocated despite his pleasure. His mother's body seemed to
grow heavier, pressing down on him and causing him to feel a tightness in his chest. The air around them was thick with heat, and his mother's occasional moans
made him weak all over.
Jiqing wrapped his arms around his mother's back and twisted with all his might. His mother's large feet, still so
understanding , gently turned to the side, allowing Jiqing to roll onto her. Jiqing immediately felt like a fish in water, his lips
pecking at his mother's face like a chick pecking at rice. His mother's large feet had her eyes tightly closed, but her eyebrows were furrowed,
leaving only her mouth slightly open, panting heavily, with a series of suppressed moans escaping her throat.
The quilt had been pushed aside at some point and lay limply at the end of the kang (heated brick bed), but neither of them
felt the chill; fine beads of sweat seeped from their bodies piled together. Big Foot's thin blouse had two buttons popped open during the recent
tearing , revealing a glimpse of pale breasts. Between the two bulging mounds of flesh, a
groove was so clear in the dim light that Ji Qing couldn't resist burying his face in it, wanting to inhale the lingering scent of sweat
emanating .
Ji Qing's hands cupped one breast on each side, his fingers softly pinching it, while his mouth pressed against the
deep , his face gently swaying as he sucked and kissed it. The two soft mounds of flesh trembled, then he
squeezed them tightly against his cheeks.
Big Foot, further aroused by Ji Qing's actions, arched his neck against the pillow, his hands pressing Ji Qing's head against his
thick, disheveled hair, pressing it tightly against his chest, as if trying to force Ji Qing inside him, while he
continued to moan softly.
Just moments ago, the chirping of insects had been incessant, but now it had fallen silent. It seemed that even the insects, already
struggling to , were further exhausted by the inexplicable noise in the room, and they all huddled in the corners
, unwilling to waste any more energy. But the old man and the young man on the kang (heated brick bed), seemed to have inexhaustible energy,
bursting forth with a frantic urge, surging and writhing, yet entangled together, unwilling to part even the
slightest gap.
After a while, Jiqing finally raised his head,
frantically , but in his frantic efforts, he couldn't get them open. Dajiao, however, reached over, pushed his hands aside,
and deftly unbuttoned it, then swept open the jacket, revealing her plump, full breasts. Two
nipples, like black dates, stood there, trembling gently, wriggling near Jiqing's lips. Jiqing pounced on her,
impatiently taking one nipple into his mouth, then quickly spitting it out to find another. For a moment
, he was like a piglet rooting in a trough, unable to let go of one or the other. So he kissed her back and forth,
licking , then opening his mouth to suck on the two nipples, making her unable to lie still any longer.
She cried out and thrashed about on the kang, trembling and writhing happily…
Jiqing's manhood grew even thicker, like an unbreakable club, stubbornly pressing against the kang
. Despite the soft mattress, it still hurt Jiqing. Jiqing reached down, twisting his legs, and quickly
pulled his long johns down to his knees. He then crawled onto his mother, his throbbing member exposed,
dragging against her long johns, the tingling friction sending shivers down his spine.
Big Foot felt the thing that moved up with Ji Qing's body, hard as a plow, sliding across
his body, or like a door bar, firmly wedged between his thighs. Big Foot instinctively
spread his legs, and the fleshy rod immediately pressed against what seemed like a burning spot below, pushing
its head in, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't push in even an inch. This made both Big Foot and Ji Qing anxious. Big Foot arched upwards
, and Ji Qing desperately tried to push downwards, but it always felt like they were being held back by something. Only then did Big Foot realize that he
was still wearing long underwear. He hurriedly shrugged his buttocks, pushed Jiqing off, and his hand impatiently reached down
, pulling on his waistband to support his buttocks as he pulled down his pants. He finally managed to pull one leg down, but the other was still hanging on his leg.
He nervously parted it, revealing a wet, slippery slit beneath dark hair. He quickly pulled Jiqing back up, his hand
still below, reaching down to pinch Jiqing's hot, thick member, stroking it lovingly a few times.
He pressed Jiqing's buttocks against his own waist, and together they pressed against each other. The moment he touched even a little bit of moisture,
his member, as if with practiced ease, was thrust inside by Jiqing's erection. Instantly, the two objects were like plugs
into a socket, fitting perfectly, yet a silent, electrifying sensation exploded within them
. The mother and son almost simultaneously let out a soft hum, but Big Foot's voice was high-pitched and melodious,
while Ji Qing's voice was deep and powerful. Their contrasting highs and lows were like the harmonious crowing of roosters, radiating a heartfelt
satisfaction and excitement.
"...Mother..." Ji Qing couldn't help but whisper, about to call out again, but Big Foot's hand
covered .
"No, don't call me Mother," Big Foot said.
"Then what should I call you?" Ji Qing asked.
Big Foot, her body convulsing wildly, spread her thighs wide, her toes
hooking She rasped, "Call me...call me Big Foot...call me Big Foot."
"Big...Big Foot," Ji Qing tentatively called out, twisting her body to push in. Big Foot, however, became
even more excited by the call, as if the one pressing down on her was no longer her son, but a
vigorous young man . This drove Big Foot even more mad and confused. She clung tightly to Ji Qing's shoulders, arching her body
into a bridge: "Yes, yes, like that, come on, do it!"
Like an athlete suddenly receiving a command, Ji Qing twisted his buttocks, gently pulling his member away from the slippery surface
, then slammed it down hard. With a sharp "snap," Big Foot cried out in pain from the sudden thrust
, then let out a long, satisfied shout of "Good!" like a thirsty audience member
suddenly aroused by a rousing melody, their blood boiling yet still wanting more. Ji Qing, unexpectedly encouraged, suddenly
became incredibly energetic, thrusting his large member with great force,
until Big Foot was almost breathless, unable to utter a word, only
screaming with her neck red. Her once sweet voice now sounded like a pig wailing in agony. Ji Qing, however, lay on
top of his mother, propped up on his elbows, gritting his teeth and pumping with all his might while looking down at her. The once delicate and beautiful...
His mother's face contorted in agony, her brows furrowed, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth
half-open, her desperate cries fading into a sob.
This usually gentle mother lay beneath him tonight, a hundred times more wanton than
when . Ji Qing suddenly became dazed, an inexplicable feeling instantly
igniting a strange stimulation and excitement within him, driving him like a wound-up clock
, unable to stop. The sounds of splashing and gurgling water filled the air, interspersed with the excited
moans of his large feet, turning the once quiet room into a scene of earth-shattering passion.
With a burst of energy, he pounded on her for over twenty times, until Jiqing could no longer hold back and ejaculated with a loud cry
. At the same time, Dajiao's body convulsed, feeling a
hot, burning , meeting Jiqing's ejaculation with a resounding crash. The two collided with a deafening thud,
like sparks flying, scorching them with unparalleled pleasure, a comfort that emanated from within. She couldn't help but
tremble and scream, wildly shaking her hair, clinging
tightly to Jiqing in her sweaty arms, making him tremble along with her, moaning repeatedly, "So good, so good..."
The long-lost pleasure overwhelmed Dajiao with a mix of emotions, tears streaming
down her face, while a strange, bittersweet feeling welled up inside her.
Having released all his desires, Jiqing was like a fish exhausted from jumping in a drained pond,
panting heavily, lying on his mother's body with no strength left.
But a child is a child, seemingly with inexhaustible energy. Before long, having caught his breath,
Jiqing became restless again, his spirits rising. He climbed back onto Dajiao's body, much
to Dajiao's delight. She quickly opened her arms and pulled her son into her embrace. His large, trembling breasts were taken into his mouth. Amidst Dajiao
's hoarse moans and Jiqing's heavy breathing, the mother and son
unknowingly made their way until the first rays of dawn appeared in the east.
From that day on, Jiqing and his mother slept together for three days straight, until Dajiao finally succumbed to her hunger and, out
of tenderness for her son's body, coaxed and pleaded with Jiqing to leave the bed.
Big Foot experienced immense joy and pain. Her body, barren and desolate for years from years of hunger and thirst,
was revitalized by Ji Qing. She secretly marveled at how her usually unassuming son possessed so many
tricks and such supernatural powers, lifting her up into the ethereal sky and then plunging her into
the abyss of chaos time and time again over three nights. She earnestly recalled her time with Chang Gui, and repeatedly reliveed her
occasional trysts with Suo Zhu, but couldn't think of even one that could compare to the feeling she was experiencing now. During those
moments of extreme pleasure, she couldn't help but tightly embrace her son, crying out, "You're not human!
You're a ghost!" Qing'er, however, kept repeating, "I'm a ghost! I'm a ghost!"
After Ji Qing left home for school, Big Foot became restless again throughout the day. The thought
that it was her own son who had been busy on her all night filled her with an unconcealable fear, unease, and shame.
This made her afraid to go out anymore. Even when she saw Aunt Qiao visiting, she became evasive and tongue-tied. She pinched
her own flesh and cursed herself inwardly: "Big Foot, Big Foot, you're so slutty! So incredibly slutty! You
can't let your own son possess you!" She made up her mind to stop seducing Jiqing. Every night,
she would serve Jiqing dinner with a stiff face, then hurriedly tidy up and go inside. But as soon as she lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), remembering that
pleasurable feeling, she didn't have the courage to lock the door. She would let Jiqing quietly climb on top of her and thrust in and out,
and she would start screaming with joy again, kissing Jiqing's irresistible member again and again
…
Sigh! Big Foot sighed deeply. Perhaps this was fate, destined to have her son seduce
her. Thinking this, Big Foot felt a little better. Heaven is the greatest; who
can defy ? Big Foot suddenly felt relieved. The heaviness that had been weighing on her heart for the past few days lightened considerably. A faint
itch began to stir within her body again, and this itch reminded her of something.
Perhaps it was because she had been too happy these past few days, but only today did Big Foot suddenly realize that something seemed
off . Right, how come that rascal knows how to do this? Not only is he so skilled, but his practiced ease doesn't
seem like that of a naive young man who's never been with a woman before!
Big Foot muttered to herself all day, increasingly puzzled, and decided to ask Ji Qing about it. She looked at the sky;
the drooping sun seemed listless, about to lazily set in the west. She craned her neck
to look towards the door , wondering why Ji Qing hadn't returned yet.
Aunt Qiao was also looking out at the road in the distance from her own doorway, having not seen Ji Qing for several days and wondering
what had happened.
These past few days, I've been going to Da Jiao's yard whenever I have free time, but Da Jiao seems distracted, which makes Aunt Qiao
quite . Could it be that Da Jiao found out about her affair with Ji Qing? But it doesn't seem like it. I asked Er Qiao'er
if she saw Ji Qing at school. Er Qiao'er said she did. Aunt Qiao'er then asked if Ji Qing said anything. Er Qiao'er shook her head and said nothing
, still the same. Aunt Qiao'er was finally relieved. The next day, I made noodles and urged Da Qiao'er to call Ji Qing over to eat, but
Da Qiao'er absolutely refused. I glared at her, but Da Qiao'er gave me a strange smile, as if to say she was embarrassed that I was being flirtatious again
. Aunt Qiao, furious, grabbed a broom to chase him away, but Da Qiao grabbed her and whispered teasingly in her ear
, "Don't think about that heartless man. Or, I'll help you, Mom?" She then giggled and jumped out, leaving Aunt Qiao
blushing bright red. But Da Qiao's teasing had actually made her thighs feel slightly damp.
Was he really heartless? Or was he tired of her and her son?
Aunt Qiao became even more anxious. Her biggest fear was that Ji Qing would truly get bored.
Young men don't have much staying power; what if things on the bed gradually lost Ji Qing's interest?
What would she do then? Aunt Qiao racked her brains for a solution these past few days. The other day, the three of them had been making love enthusiastically, and
Ji Qing seemed to be really enjoying himself. Logically, Ji Qing should like it, so she secretly swallowed her pride and discussed it with Da Qiao,
only to be embarrassed by her again. Thinking of all this, the spot in Aunt Qiao's buttocks began to twitch, and
Aunt Qiao was even more resentful: You've fucked my asshole, how can you be so heartless!
The two women, each lost in their own thoughts, gazed longingly at the distant end of the dirt road, where groups of
children began to run and play joyfully.
The three children had returned together. Jiqing pedaled the bicycle, with Erqiao'er carrying the crossbar in front, and
Daqiao'er sitting sideways behind. Jiqing, head bowed and back hunched, pedaled furiously. Seeing their home in the distance, he let out a long
sigh of relief and urged Daqiao'er to get down: "We're here! Hurry up, I'm exhausted!"
Daqiao'er jumped down lightly, not forgetting to slap Jiqing on the back: "Small build,
already tired?"
"Small build? Why don't you say you're as fat as a pig?" Jiqing panted heavily, but there was something else
he didn't dare say in front of Erqiao'er: Small build? I'll still make you scream with joy!
Aunt Qiao greeted them from afar, her pretty face beaming with joy. She playfully smacked Da Qiao'er's bottom,
helped Er Qiao'er down from the crossbeam, and then tenderly wiped Ji Qing's sweat with her sleeve, muttering to herself
, "Why can't you two walk by yourselves? Look how tired Qing'er is."
Ji Qing chuckled and got off the cart. Da Qiao'er pouted and swayed as she walked into the yard, muttering under her breath,
"Favoritism!" Watching her
two daughters enter the yard, Aunt Qiao leaned close to Ji Qing, secretly pinched him, and whispered
reproachfully , "Why haven't you come these past few days? Don't you miss your aunt?"
Ji Qing still grinned, but seeing Aunt Qiao's pretty face lose its smile and become filled with a sorrowful expression,
her heart
wouldn't let her run around like that starting this semester.
Aunt Qiao thought about it and agreed. Starting school was a big deal and couldn't be delayed. This dispelled her gloom of the past few days
. She asked, "Tomorrow's Sunday, are you taking a break?"
Jiqing nodded and said he was. Aunt Qiao happily told him to come over tomorrow, and she'd make dumplings for him. After saying that,
she pushed her cart home, glancing back at Jiqing before entering the house, giving him a flirtatious wink.
Jiqing's heart skipped a beat; he felt an urge to pounce on Aunt Qiao and take her.
Entering his house, he saw the main room steaming with warmth, knowing his mother was cooking. Jiqing called out loudly, "
Mom!" and turned to close and lock the gate before carrying his schoolbag into the house.
Through the rising steam, Jiqing saw his mother bending over, layering rolled-out dough on the cutting board, and then
carefully cutting it into strips. The crisp, continuous slicing sounds were melodious and pleasant, like a series of rapid drumbeats
echoing in the room.
Jiqing leaned over, hugged his mother's waist, pressed his face tightly against her back, and reached out to touch her
full breasts, gently kneading them. Dajiao couldn't help but stiffen her back, shut her mouth, and let out a soft
hum, saying, "Qing'er, being naughty again?"
"Mother, I'm thinking about it..."
Dajiao straightened her body, feeling weak from Jiqing's kneading, and tried to persuade him, "...Wait
a while , wait until Mother has cooked the food."
Jiqing stubbornly shook his head, and his hand actually went down,
kneading up and down along his mother's bulging belly through her pants to the base of her thighs, making Dajiao feel a heat in that area. With his other hand, Ji Qing was unbuckling
Da Jiao's belt. Da Jiao suddenly felt the tightness of her muscles ease, and
a hand slipped inside. The chill sent a shiver through Da Jiao, and her thighs, which had been pressed together, involuntarily
parted slightly. The hand slipped inside, through the dense tuft of hair, and pressed against the
tender flesh fingers gently teased, spreading the opening as wide as possible, like a plow
easily digging into a slowly damp ditch. Ji Qing felt that place gradually becoming wet, as if a pickaxe had dug up
a spring, water bubbling and overflowing, soon soaking his fingers.
Big Foot could barely stand anymore; her legs were sore and weak from Ji Qing's actions. She
could only brace herself on the chopping board with her arms, panting heavily, and muttering, "You bastard, you're going to kill your mother."
Ji Qing smiled wickedly, calmly unzipped his pants, pulled
out , and slammed it down like a club. He then placed his hands on his mother's waist, rubbing and pulling at Big Foot's pants. Big Foot
, her hands covered in flour, twisted and dodged, saying, "Stop it, Mother's cooking."
Ji Qing ignored her, continuing to pull down her waistband, quickly exposing Big Foot's round buttocks.
Two plump buttocks, trembling, were suddenly exposed, covered in a dense layer of
goosebumps "Ah!"—whether from surprise or delight, it was unclear—and then froze, leaning against the cutting
board, panting and muttering to herself, "You bad boy, you bad boy."
Ji Qing hurriedly grabbed his member, aiming it at the deep crevice between her buttocks, and tried to squeeze it in, but
couldn't get it right. He pressed down on his mother's body. Big Foot had no choice but to lie down, her entire upper body pressed against the cutting
board, her millstone-like buttocks raised high, her two fair and pink thighs trembling
. After a while, seeing that Ji Qing's hot thing was still
thrashing around like a headless fly, he became a little anxious. He quickly reached behind him, spread his hands across the two plump buttocks, revealing the deep crevice between them.
The dark, glossy pubic hair extended from the front, gradually thinning out by this point, but still
scattered along both sides of the fleshy cleft, winding all the way to the anus. Water had already overflowed, causing the sparse, curly hair
to clump together in small groups, sticking to the dark brown flesh. The fleshy cleft, like the plump,
greasy hem of a clam, shimmered and trembled, opening and closing, revealing glimpses of the pink, tender flesh inside.
Big Foot arched her buttocks up again, and Ji Qing, holding his member, lowered his body and
aimed his already swollen
, purplish-red head at the spot. Seeing that place glistening like a small mouth smeared with honey, he was suddenly filled with childlike lust. Instead of rushing to insert it, he teased the slippery, greasy crevice, rubbing his member against it. The overflowing, lustful fluids
soaked his member and then spread elsewhere, like plaster on a ceiling, making his mother's
area a mess. Big Foot, however, became increasingly flustered and breathless from his teasing, frantically reaching
behind her and urging repeatedly, "What are you doing? Hurry up, hurry up!"
Seeing his mother's impatience, Ji Qing had a wicked idea. He put his hands on his hips,
propped , and said, "Hurry up? You'll have to beg me!" He then grinned slyly, infuriating Big Foot.
He almost bent over and gave him a good thrashing, snarling, "You filthy bastard! Hurry up, don't make
trouble for yourself!"
"No, I have to beg!"
Big Foot lay there, already panting heavily. That thing just sat there, warm and still, but
wouldn't budge an inch. She arched her backside to get closer, but the thing dared to dodge, yet it remained perfectly
close yet distant , driving Big Foot to distraction. She could only ask resentfully, "...You wicked...you...you
ask what?"
"Anything, anything is fine." Ji Qing thought for a moment and said, "As long as it feels good."
"You damned thing!" Big Foot gritted her teeth in anger, wanting to pull up her pants, but
unwilling to give up the readily available pleasure. She steeled herself and said, "Okay...please, my little ancestor!"
Ji Qing shook his head, tightened his anus, causing the thing to jump upwards, then snapped back to its original position,
making Big Foot shudder. "No! I didn't say what I wanted."
Big Foot panted heavily, arching her back and sticking her fat buttocks out even higher, gritting her teeth and shouting:
"Please fuck me! Okay?"
Ji Qing chuckled, holding his thing and pushing it in a little. "Right, say a few more words." This thrust made Da Jiao's
heart tremble, and she gasped for breath. She decided to go all out, no longer caring about saving face: "...Please
...Little ancestor, please...Fuck me!"
"Fuck what?"
"Fuck...Fuck my pussy!" Da Jiao was restless and hungry, clenching her fists and pounding on the cutting board: "Please fuck my pussy
! Fuck your mother's pussy..." Before she could finish speaking, Ji Qing's thing had already shoved in like a cannon.
The instant fullness made Da Jiao scream "Ah!" and her whole body trembled like a leaf: "Okay, like
that, come on, fuck me, it feels good..."
"It feels good! It feels good!" Ji Qing kept chanting, as if encouraging himself. The rhythmic thrusts below
relentlessly pounded against her mother's plump, round buttocks. The water in the pot on the stove boiled,
steam billowing and filling the room, the bubbling water making a gurgling sound, but unable to drown out the resounding
"slap slap" of their impact and Big Foot's rhythmic moans.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck your mother to death! Fuck Big Foot to death!" Big Foot's eyes were tightly shut, her words already somewhat
incoherent . She imagined that club-like thing going in and out of her lower body. Would it be like
a stake driven into a mud pit? Or like kneading dough, clenching a fist and shoving it into the elastic, moist dough, squeezing out
white foam? Suddenly, she felt as if she herself were that mud pit or that lump of dough, and Ji Qing's
thing was that stake and fist, pounding in again and again, pressing against her heart, making her almost
cry out in pleasure. God, what a wonderful thing! Why did I only think of wanting it now! Big Foot was filled with regret, but the
thought the future filled her with excitement. It was hers now, she could have it anytime!
"So good, so good, so good!" Big Foot couldn't help but shout with joy, "Qing'er's cock is so good,
it makes Big Foot feel so good!"
"Good?" Ji Qing asked, arching his back.
"So good, so good! So good..."
Ji Qing held his mother's waist with both hands, his eyes fixed on her buttocks. With each thrust, those two fleshy mounds would
tremble with his mother's soft moan, and he would prepare for the next attack as if rewarded,
each thrust more intense than the last, his mother's cries more frenzied with
each
thrust. Ji Qing had never felt so proud, watching his mother being fucked like a bitch in heat. His usual reserve and feigned dignity vanished, the feeling even more exciting than getting a perfect score. His eyes were almost red with rage. He gritted his teeth, puffed out his cheeks, and
thrust forcefully, letting out a muffled groan with each stroke
. Water splashed everywhere between them.
"Fuck your ass! Fuck your ass! Does it feel good?"
"It feels good!... Fuck me, fuck my ass, let Qing'er fuck me..."
"Can we do it every day?"
"Yes! Every day... I'll let you fuck my ass every day..."
The increasingly intense moans and lewd cries of the mother and daughter echoed in the sweltering room. Big Foot's face was smeared with flour from the cutting
board , and the water in the pot had long since boiled dry...
Chapter Twenty-Two:
The wind picked up, and the increasingly withered leaves rustled in the breeze. The once bright moon was half-hidden by drifting
clouds , but its pale yellow light stubbornly shone, gilding the obscuring clouds with a shimmering golden edge.
In the darkness
barked a few times defiantly, and when silence fell, it finally whimpered contentedly before curling up again
by the warm stove.
Inside, Big Foot and Ji Qing, still panting and sweating, lay huddled together, their breaths
occasionally brushing against each other with a soft, slapping kiss. They were still connected, and Ji Qing tried to pull away, but
Big Foot held him tightly. Big Foot's legs remained spread high, wrapped around Ji Qing's waist and locking his buttocks,
like a mother hen protecting her chicks, holding him firmly. Ji Qing's manhood
slowly shrank, silently slipping out, while Big Foot, however, kept it erect, hoping that the rare, lifeless
thing could stay inside a little longer.
"It's out." Jiqing knew what his mother was thinking, but he still felt like his manhood was deflated,
shrinking little by little until finally, with a thud, it drooped listlessly against the damp doorway. So
he whispered something in his mother's ear, feeling a little embarrassed. Dajiao also felt a chill below, and something
gushed out, like a bottle of soda suddenly popped open. The foam and water
trickled down her buttocks, and she finally released her legs, collapsing onto the kang (heated brick bed). After Jiqing got off, Dajiao felt weak
yet completely relaxed, and didn't want to move anymore, lying there lazily with her limbs stretched out. "Sigh," a long
sigh escaped from the bottom of her heart, filled with relief and contentment.
"Mother, let me wipe you?" After a while, Jiqing turned to face Dajiao, her bright
eyes as she asked.
Big Foot grunted in response, rubbed his aching arms, and with a burst of strength threw back the covers, spreading his legs to expose
his lower body, waiting for Ji Qing. Ji Qing groped around in the darkness, grabbed something soft, and moved closer, slowly...
He carefully applied the ointment to his mother's private parts, and when he thought it was clean, he crumpled the damp substance into a ball and
tossed it far away at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed). He then pulled the quilt tighter, wrapped himself and his mother inside, and curled up like a lazy cat nestled in his mother's
arms. His hand naturally went to her breasts again, casually kneading them.
The wind outside was blowing harder and harder, howling and whistling as it swept past the window, making the not-so-strict windowpanes rattle
. The room was quiet, no longer as noisy and lively as before.
"Qing'er," Da Jiao called softly. Ji Qing hummed and looked up at his mother.
Da Jiao pulled Ji Qing closer, whispering in his ear, "Mother wants to ask you something, don't
lie ."
Ji Qing nodded.
Da Jiao lowered her head, staring intently at Ji Qing, and said, "Have you been with women?"
Ji Qing didn't know why his mother suddenly asked this, his heart pounded, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
He subconsciously
Big Foot still stared intently at Ji Qing, her tone suddenly changing, returning to its usual sternness: "Don't lie!"
"No...no." Ji Qing's heart pounded. From childhood to adulthood, he had always mustered the courage to lie, but
his mother always caught him, resulting in a beating and scolding. His mother could tolerate all his mistakes but would never allow him
to lie , which made Ji Qing's lies feel less justifiable.
"Say it again?!" Big Foot's eyes widened, and her hand grabbed Ji Qing's limp penis,
pinching and tugging at the skin, making Ji Qing cry out "Ouch!" She asked again, "Tell me! Is it true?"
Ji Qing tried to shake his head again, but when he opened his mouth, he spoke the truth: "Oh...yes..."
Big Foot pressed on: "Tell me! Who!"
Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Ji Qing steeled himself, but still didn't dare to say Aunt Qiao, only mumbling out Da
Qiao'er .
It really was Da Qiao'er. No wonder he insisted on marrying Da Qiao'er the other day. Thinking of
Da Qiao'er's porcelain-like skin and foxy face, Da Jiao felt a pang of jealousy. She reluctantly let go
, touching her increasingly loose belly, and for a moment, Da Jiao didn't know what to say, just lying there lazily.
After a long while, she asked again, "When did this happen? How come Mother didn't know?"
"Some time ago."
"So that's why you've been going to that courtyard so much lately, someone's been seducing you." Da Jiao said
thoughtfully , "Does your Aunt Qiao know about this?"
"Yes," Ji Qing said, somewhat smugly, seeing that his mother wasn't angry, "Aunt Qiao doesn't care."
"That slut, she doesn't care about this?" Da Jiao chuckled, but still a little
disbelieving, "Our daughter has let Qing'er sleep with her, and she doesn't care?"
"She doesn't care," Ji Qing quickly replied, thinking to himself: Not only her daughter, but she herself has let me sleep with her.
Big Foot was still muttering to herself, "I was thinking of you and Erqiao, but I never expected you to get involved with Daqiao
." Suddenly remembering something, she shoved Jiqing, "What are you two doing? Don't let anything happen."
"What else could we do? We just did it like that." Jiqing blinked, puzzled. "What could possibly happen?"
"What do you think could happen? What if she gets pregnant!"
"What pregnant?" Jiqing pretended to be clueless, secretly amused, thinking: Aunt Qiao is such a person, she can predict
the dates perfectly. But she couldn't say this in front of her mother, so she had to play dumb.
Big Foot jumped in fright, almost sitting up abruptly: "You guys are so bold! You don't even understand this and you still dare
to do it?"
"So what? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant, Mother?" Ji Qing glared at her with his big eyes, rolling them over, leaving Big
Foot speechless for a moment. She said angrily, "I'm talking to you! Why are you dragging me into this! Can you compare to me? Da
Qiao'er is still a girl, I'm an old woman, how can we be the same?"
"How can we be different? We still do it the same way!" Ji Qing muttered under his breath, making Big Foot pinch
his buttocks again. He chuckled and snuggled into his mother's arms, opening his wet mouth to take Big Foot's nipple into his mouth.
Big Foot's heart clenched, but she forced herself to continue nagging: "You little rascal, you don't understand anything,
I can't explain it to you."
Ji Qing had something in his mouth and mumbled, "If you can't explain it, then don't... Mother, I want more..."
"..."
Big Foot was startled and hurriedly pushed him away: "Want more? It's happened so many times already, do you want to die?" Ji Qing, however
, was relentless, using both his hands and mouth to lick Big Foot's body, making
her feel about to get aroused when she quickly whispered, "No, Qing'er, I can't take it anymore. Besides,
feel it, it's all swollen there."
Ji Qing reached down and touched it, only to find a wet, sticky mess. He looked up at Big Foot and laughed: "It's not swollen,
it's just wet." Big Foot felt a wave of embarrassment and slapped Ji Qing's bottom: "Even if it's wet..." "Fine!"
Ji Qing ignored her, broke free from Da Jiao's embrace, and slid down into the
quilt, burying his face in Da Jiao's crotch. He ruffled the tangled pubic hair and started licking it like a puppy.
Da Jiao felt a surge of lust ignite within him, and with a "humph," he straightened up,
his legs trembling violently on the bed, muttering repeatedly, "I'm going to die... I'm going to die... Oh
my god ..."
Ji Qing, however, continued to groan as he worked in the quilt, asking, "Does this feel good?"
"It feels good, it feels good..." Da Jiao mumbled, unable to form a coherent sentence, until finally, Ji Qing's
tongue cry out in a high-low pattern.
Ji Qing's interest grew even stronger. In the pitch black, he didn't miss a spot, licking the two fleshy mounds from side to side, inhaling the pungent,
hot smell. desperately stretched out his tongue, searching for the slipperiest, most
greasy crevice and probing deep inside, like a lively loach wriggling and leaping in a pond. Big Foot was already
trembling with pleasure, unbearably itchy, and scratched and reached inside with both hands, pushing Ji Qing and
pulling him back, moaning with pleasure as he felt all the fluid in his body gushing out through that place
.
"…Bad seed…bad seed, how could you do that…" Big Foot
muttered, shaking his head, his beautiful hair becoming even more disheveled as he tossed and turned. For some reason, she suddenly remembered
the black ram on the riverbank at noon, and the small red chili pepper beneath it, which was growing bigger and bigger.
Finally, it turned into Jiqing's round, thick club. She unconsciously opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue
to lick it, but couldn't reach anything. Frustrated, she cried out, "...Qing'er, Mother wants...
Mother wants it..."
Jiqing raised his face, covered in paste, and stammered, "Want what? Mother wants what?"
"Mother wants... wants Qing'er to come in."
Jiqing quickly climbed up from below, holding his member, aiming it, and inserted it. He immediately
felt a smooth, hot mass enveloping it completely. Mother's was better; much tighter than Aunt Qiao's , the grip aching but comfortable, like being tightly held by two hands, making him unable to suppress his arousal
with the slightest movement .
This seemingly perfect situation initially presented a challenge for Jiqing. He wanted to push himself to the
limit but he would ejaculate after only a few thrusts, trembling. Meanwhile, his mother was just reaching her peak, wildly
and intensely enjoying herself. This made Jiqing reluctant to let her go, and he didn't want her to suffer from this unsatisfying state. Although his mother didn't say anything,
Jiqing always sensed a hint of regret in her eyes and movements. Besides, Jiqing loved watching his mother
's frenzy at the climax, watching her convulse and tremble on the bed, uttering whatever came to mind without restraint
. Jiqing felt inexplicably excited and satisfied; sometimes, this pleasure even surpassed the pleasure of thrusting into his mother's
body .
So, Jiqing often forced himself to endure, focusing his attention elsewhere, trying to prolong
the time , and carefully experiencing his mother's gradual relaxation and eventual collapse, like
building a mountain of mud and sand with his friends by the river, laboriously piling it higher and higher, only to enjoy the
thrill of its sudden collapse.
The only regret was that his mother seemed a little reserved during this process, often
only making advances when she couldn't hold back any longer. This made Jiqing somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that his mother hadn't completely relaxed,
hadn't fully accepted him as her man. Jiqing remembered when he secretly watched his mother and father; his mother wasn't like this then,
back then she was wildly wanton.
Whenever this happened, Jiqing would think of Aunt Qiao and Da Qiao, the scene of the three of them making a ruckus on the kang (heated brick bed) that excited him just
thinking about it .
"Ah... Ah..." Mother's cries grew more urgent. Jiqing snapped back to reality
and felt his member seem to have swelled another inch. He thrust harder, his shoulders now resting on
his mother's legs, their white flesh spread wide, pressing her soft body against his lower abdomen
, making penetration much easier. Each thrust seemed to reach the very bottom, causing his mother to heave, her breasts billowing up
and down, her nipples like wide-open eyes, darting
around.
Perhaps she was too tired; her moans were no longer so desperate, but rather soft and delicate
, echoing gently in the room. Occasionally, she would suddenly grab Jiqing's arm, pulling on it tightly,
as if afraid he would suddenly pull away. Two legs, raised high, were tightly hooked around Jiqing's neck, its
thick lower body thrusting forward to meet the rapid and violent impacts. Each thrust produced a crisp "smack,"
startling the big black dog in the outer room, which would occasionally jump out and let out a few uneasy "woof woof" cries.
The night passed, and even it was disturbed.

The autumn wind, blowing all night, reluctantly dissipated only as dawn broke in the east,
clearing the clouds from the sky. When the bright sun rose above the rooftops, the azure sky appeared exceptionally
clear high.
The rooster had crowed several times before lazily curling back into its roost, and the clock in the house chimed again
and again until the warm sun shone obliquely through the window onto the kang (heated brick bed), while the mother and daughter, huddled under the warm quilt
, were still fast asleep.
Ji Qing smacked his lips, lazily rolled over, and then nestled his bare bottom into Da Jiao's arms. Da
Jiao turned to the side, drowsily straightening his two cumbersome mounds of flesh on his chest, pressing them
tightly against Ji Qing's back, and casually draping his round, pink arm over Ji Qing's waist.
A sudden, rapid, and loud knocking startled Da Jiao, who sat up groggily, frantically
searching the kang (heated brick bed) for his undershirt, which he had somehow tossed aside the night before. After searching for a while without finding it,
he sat there, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. When he realized it was the door, he breathed a sigh of
relief.
Naked, Da Jiao gathered the scattered clothes together on the kang, then
lazily before dragging his tired body to open the door. A burst of bright sunlight flooded
in, so intense
it adjusted to the light, but the increasingly frequent knocking only annoyed
her. She answered irritably and shuffled to the door.
It was Er Qiao'er outside, who was surprised to see Da Jiao's unkempt appearance. "Oh, Auntie just
got up?" she said
. Da Jiao awkwardly smoothed her hair, opening the door halfway, but her expression didn't seem to want
Er Qiao'er in. "Auntie isn't feeling well today. Is something wrong, Er Qiao'er?"
"Oh, nothing much, just that my mom said my brother should come over for dinner today. She made dumplings," Er
Qiao'er said with a grin, then peeked into the yard.
Erqiao'er's gaze made Dajiao's heart race. Feeling guilty, she quickly covered her face, blocking Erqiao'er's view,
and said, "Okay, okay, I'll talk to your brother later."
Seeing that Aunt Dajiao didn't intend to let her in, Erqiao'er obediently greeted her, turned around, and skipped
home. Watching Erqiao'er's slender back, Dajiao breathed a sigh of relief, quickly locked
the door , and hurried back into the house.
No matter how she looked at her, she still thought Erqiao'er was better. Dajiao reluctantly scooped up half a basin of cold water, muttering to herself as she splashed the water
on her face. Erqiao'er was sensible and obedient. Although she wasn't as pretty as Daqiao'er, compared to Daqiao'er
's seductive charm, she had a more refined and simple beauty. When choosing a wife, one should choose someone reliable.
Someone who makes you worry for no reason is hardly a good thing.
Thinking about all this, Big Foot felt a nagging unease, as if a
branch .
She lifted the curtain and entered the room, finding Ji Qing still asleep, wrapped in a blanket. Big Foot tiptoed over. Sound asleep.
Now, Jiqing was as docile as a curled-up cat, a far cry from the unsatisfied wolf cub of the previous night. His
high, handsome nose and sharply defined lips, pressed tightly together, held
a hint , making Dajiao's heart clench. She longed to pout
and kiss him. Just as she leaned in, before her lips could even touch his, Jiqing suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Dajiao with
his clear, bright eyes Startled, Dajiao tried to pull away, but Jiqing lifted his head and kissed her first.
"This child, get up!" Dajiao said, trying to cover up her embarrassment, her pretty face flushed pink, like a newlywed
bride. Jiqing chuckled, reaching out to pull his mother closer to him.
Big Foot stumbled, one hand bracing itself on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), while the other swiftly slipped under the covers and
placed its cool, icy hand on Ji Qing's body.
She giggled as she caressed him, making Ji Qing beg for mercy and try to dodge. After a while of playful bickering, Big Foot seized a moment to escape to the outer room, but turned back just before leaving, urging
Ji Qing to get up quickly, saying that Aunt Qiao had come to call him. Ji Qing agreed and quickly dressed,
but when he tried to put on his shoes, he couldn't find any socks.
He turned the quilts and mattresses upside down, but still couldn't find them. Just as he was about to give up, he caught a glimpse
of a pair of socks crumpled into a ball and lying forlornly at the end of the kang.
Ji Qing crawled over, unfolded the socks, and stretched out his foot to put them on, only to find them sticky and covered in some unknown
substance, some still wet, but most dried and hardened together. Jiqing suddenly remembered that
last night, while helping his mother wipe her lower body, he had grabbed something in the dark. Now he realized it must have been these socks, and
he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He glanced back at the outer room. Seeing that his mother hadn't noticed, he quickly tucked the socks into his pocket and put on his
shoes barefoot.
A loud, urgent knocking sounded at the door, making Dajiao's heart race. She dropped the
firewood and ran to open the door, where Aunt Qiao was standing.
"Why are you locking the door in broad daylight?" Aunt Qiao rolled her eyes at Big Foot and strode into the yard. "What's wrong?
Er Qiao'er said you weren't feeling well?"
Big Foot was taken aback, then suddenly remembered what she had just said to Er Qiao and quickly replied, "It's nothing, I probably
just caught a cold ."
Aunt Qiao pouted and teased Big Foot, but her eyes darted towards Ji Qing's figure inside the house: "Was he
rolling around with some man again? No wonder he caught a cold?"
Big Foot followed behind Aunt Qiao and pinched her, saying, "Your mouth should be pulled out,
it's even more lewd than your crotch."
Aunt Qiao covered her mouth and giggled, as if Big Foot was praising her. After laughing for a while, she turned around and
became , touching Big Foot's forehead and saying, "Really, are you alright? Should we go
to the clinic?"
"Oh, I'm fine, why would I need to go to the clinic?" Big Foot picked up the firewood again and sat down by the haystack to
light a fire . Jiqing washed his face, turned around and saw Aunt Qiao. He called out to her in a boisterous manner. Aunt Qiao responded sweetly, but
while Dajiao was adding firewood, she blew Jiqing a kiss with her lips before saying to Dajiao, "Don't cook
. Didn't I tell you to come eat at my place?"
Dajiao glanced at Aunt Qiao and said, "She didn't invite me. Didn't she invite Qing'er to eat?" Aunt Qiao glared at him
, "Why are you making such a fuss? Inviting Qing'er is the same as inviting you. Do I have to call everyone individually? It's not like we're having a feast."
Her sharp retort amused Dajiao, who noticed Aunt Qiao's growing impatience. She hurriedly said, "I'm not going. I don't feel
well. I'll just eat something and lie down for a bit."
She hadn't really intended to call Da Jiao over, but Aunt Qiao readily agreed, "Then you can lie down for a while. When dinner is ready,
I'll have Er Qiao bring you a bowl." After saying that, she secretly winked at Ji Qing, then swayed her hips and went back
. As she was leaving, she called out again, "Qing'er, hurry up too, let your mother rest in peace."
Da Jiao heard Aunt Qiao's voice fading into the distance, turned around, and smiled at Ji Qing, saying, "Look at you,
your mother-in-law is really nice."
"No, she's not as nice as my mother." Ji Qing grinned sheepishly and chuckled twice, then came over and hugged Da Jiao, burying his head
in the crook of her neck, and playfully blew a breath into his mother's ear.
“Don’t give me that nonsense,” Big Foot shook her head, saying this with a hint of comfort in her heart, then instructed Ji Qing,
“I’m telling you, you can go, but you can’t do that with Da Qiao’er again.”
Ji Qing’s heart sank, staring blankly at Big Foot, and asked, “Why…why?”
“Why do you think I should? Have you been idle these past few days?” Big Foot lowered her head, stuffing scattered firewood into the burning stove, and
muttered softly. The red firelight reflected on Big Foot’s slightly flushed face, making her feel feverish.
Seeing Ji Qing walking out nonchalantly, afraid he hadn’t heard her clearly, she shouted again, “Don’t be so careless! You’ll ruin your health!”
Ji Qing casually replied and dashed out the door.
Big Foot craned her neck, watching Ji Qing disappear quickly, and felt a surge of bitterness. She angrily threw down
the piece of corn stalk in her hand, turned around, and began to wonder if she should make Ji Qing a pot of chicken soup?
Ji Qing went out the door and was about to enter Aunt Qiao's house when he looked up and saw Suo Zhu turning to leave. Suo
Zhu seemed to have been waiting there all along, but for some reason, he avoided him. Ji Qing was puzzled and
stopped to call out, but Suo Zhu seemed not to hear him, turning into the alley like a rabbit. His hurried manner made it
seem as if he owed Ji Qing a debt of gratitude, leaving Ji Qing bewildered. He stood there, staring
blankly in the direction Suo Zhu had disappeared.
Ji Qing had forgotten how long it had been since he had played with Suo Zhu. Even at school, Suo Zhu seemed
to avoid him. Even when they bumped into each other, Suo Zhu was
n't as affectionate as before. He was clumsy and tongue-tied, acting as if Ji Qing saw him as a predator, seemingly afraid from the inside out. Ji Qing thought about it carefully,
but couldn't understand it. How could Suo Zhu have changed so suddenly?
Fortunately, seeing Da Qiao'er lifted Ji Qing's spirits, which had been somewhat sullen from the lock.
Da Qiao'er was leading Er Qiao'er out when she saw Ji Qing standing there dumbfounded at the door. She called out, snapping
Ji Qing out of his daze. He looked up and saw Da Qiao'er gracefully approaching, grinning as he went closer.
"Where are you going?"
"Mom told us to go to the garden to pick scallions. What are you doing?" Er Qiao'er chimed in before Da Qiao'er could answer
.
"Nothing," Ji Qing replied casually, but his eyes were fixed on Da Qiao'er. Da Qiao'er lowered her head...
Leading Erqiao'er further into the garden, she subtly tugged at Jiqing's hand, pinching
his fingers hard, and whispered, "Hurry up, Mom's waiting."
Jiqing smiled knowingly and slyly patted Daqiao'er's bottom.
Aunt Qiao, tending to the several trays of dumplings she had just finished making, was sitting by the stove, lost in thought. Seeing Jiqing briskly
walk in, she felt a surge of joy. She was about to call out but then hesitated, hiding behind the door and
waiting expectantly. Jiqing burst in, wondering who was around, when Aunt Qiao hugged him
tightly Turning around, he was given a firm kiss by Aunt Qiao, finally seeing
her rosy cheeks.
"You little rascal, do you miss your aunt? Tell me! Do you miss her?"
Jiqing chuckled, nodding hesitantly. He turned around and pulled Aunt Qiao into his arms, his hands clasped together, kneading
her high, firm breasts. Aunt Qiao let out a soft "humph" of pleasure, tilting her head back and sticking out her tongue, her own
hand already reaching down, caressing the thing between Jiqing's thighs. As soon as she touched it, she couldn't help but
pant.
The two of them kissed and nibbled for a long time, their passion seemingly intent on swallowing each other whole
, until they both felt their tongues were intertwined and astringent. Only then did they reluctantly release their grip, but they still held each other
tightly , their four hands kneading each other's most sensitive areas, making Jiqing's penis
already erect, while Aunt Qiao's own patch of grass, parched for days, was glistening with moisture.
Ji Qing was on tenterhooks, anxiously staring at the empty doorway. Aunt Qiao, however, pulled him away hastily
, rustling as she unbuckled his belt, saying, "You're driving me crazy! How come you're so calm
?"
"No...they're coming back soon," Ji Qing stammered, still peeking, his hands stubbornly clutching his waistband.
Aunt Qiao, finding it too troublesome, loosened her grip on his belt and reached directly into the front opening, pinching Ji Qing's
swollen member and pulling it out. "It's still early, it's alright." Then, she took the member into her mouth, sucking
on it with a slurping, gurgling sound, as if it were a hot, scalding sausage. This made
Ji Qing instantly stiffen, his buttocks clenched, hard and erect.
Aunt Qiao's mouth was warm and moist; Ji Qing felt as if he were giving his manhood a hot bath, his whole body
trembling with pleasure. Aunt Qiao ate with relish, occasionally glancing at Ji Qing with her phoenix eyes, her gaze filled with affection. Each
glance caused Ji Qing's manhood to involuntarily twitch, making Aunt Qiao let out a soft moan. She would then open
her mouth wider, burying his member deep in her throat, wishing she could swallow this
monstrous thing that brought her such ecstasy whole...
Ji Qing and his mother had been at it all night, and that area was still burning and uncomfortable, but he couldn't resist Aunt Qiao's seductive charm.
He couldn't take it anymore after a few thrusts. His manhood swelled up, veins bulging, and it was so red it
almost burst through Aunt Qiao's mouth. He was panting heavily, about to ejaculate. Just when things were at their most critical, Aunt Qiao vomited,
the wet liquid clutched in
her gasped and pleaded, "Auntie, I can't take it anymore, please do it!"
Aunt Qiao, unperturbed, straightened up and pressed herself against him, snuggling close and smiling seductively, saying, "I'm going to drive you crazy. It's your
fault for neglecting your aunt these past few days."
"It's my fault, okay? Please, Auntie, do it!"
Ji Qing continued to plead in a low voice. From afar, Da Qiao'er's joyful and unrestrained voice drifted over, and
Ji Qing immediately became dejected and furious. He shoved Aunt Qiao and frantically tried to push his still-erect member
back in.
Aunt Qiao wasn't annoyed. She chuckled as she straightened his clothes, whispering in Ji Qing's ear, "
Silly boy , why are you in such a hurry? When no one's around, I'll let you have your fill." Looking towards the gate, she saw the two sisters, Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao, had already
entered the courtyard. She quickly turned around, her hand still caressing Ji Qing's crotch, then suddenly turned back, giving him a
wink: "Auntie's butt itches." With that, she chuckled and casually walked away.
Ji Qing was left alone, still pondering Aunt Qiao's words. When he finally understood,
his heart pounded, and his restless member snapped out, instantly bulging his pants from a small tent
into a felt tent.
Chapter Twenty-Three:
A fragrant meal of dumplings, but apart from Er Qiao, the other three ate with no appetite.
After quickly clearing the dishes, Aunt Qiao sent Er Qiao to take a bowl of dumplings to Da Jiao, then winked at Da
Qiao . Da Qiao'er glanced reluctantly at Ji Qing, then followed Er Qiao'er out
the door with some reluctance.
Before the sisters' voices had even faded from the outside, Aunt Qiao had already impatiently chased them out,
slamming the door shut. She turned back inside, grabbed Ji Qing, and pulled him onto the kang (heated brick bed).
Ji Qing, feeling uneasy and hesitant, peered anxiously through the window at the courtyard, blocking
Aunt Qiao's hand and saying, "Auntie, are you alright? They'll be back soon."
"Silly boy, it's alright. I told Da Qiao'er they won't be coming back," Aunt Qiao said, then clung to him like an
octopus , still holding Ji Qing with one hand while unbuttoning her clothes with the other. Her two
large, white breasts were suddenly exposed, the grape-like nipples trembling shockingly. Ji Qing's
eyes immediately widened, staring intently, as the two breasts pressed against
his lips, trembling slightly.
"Come on, let Auntie suckle..." Aunt Qiao panted as she wrapped her arms around Ji Qing's neck, one hand supporting her breast like
a large steamed bun.
Ji Qing stuck out his tongue and carefully dipped it into the nipple, making Aunt Qiao shudder
. She pressed Ji Qing's head closer to her. Ji Qing, however, stubbornly stared, as if seeing it for the first time. He would look for a
while, then lick it with the tip of his tongue, then look again, teasing Aunt Qiao until she was itching with desire
. Her chest heaved like a bellows, and her mouth felt parched, as if she hadn't had a drop of water in ten days.
"You little rascal, are you trying to drive Auntie crazy? Hurry up..." Aunt Qiao held her breast up,
swaying it in front of Ji Qing's eyes, then leaned her whole body against him, pressing him down so he couldn't move on the bed. Seeing Aunt Qiao's frantic
panic, Ji Qing felt increasingly smug, suddenly experiencing a surge of satisfaction, as if he had finally gotten his revenge. Therefore, he...
Maintaining a haughty air and carefully crafting her demeanor, she shook her head dismissively, her mouth refusing to take in the two nipples
so close to mouth, while her hands casually caressed Aunt Qiao's plump, soft buttocks.
Aunt Qiao hadn't expected such a cold reception; her burning lust had nowhere to ignite it, leaving
her feeling utterly agitated. While dangling her breasts against Ji Qing's face, she frantically tried
to pull down his pants, quickly stripping him naked with both hands and feet. Jiqing's ever-restless
member stood there, briskly erect, like a stake rising from the ground. Aunt Qiao's eyes lit up at the sight
. With a cry of "Ouch!", she pounced on it, stroking the warm thing against her face.
"This adorable thing! I can't get enough of it!"
Jiqing chuckled, looking up at Aunt Qiao's greedy, lustful expression. "It's just a penis
, it's not like I've never seen one before."
Aunt Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "Can all penises be the same?" she said, swallowing
half of it spitting it out. "I think our Qing'er is the best, I can't get enough of him."
"Then you can be all you want," Jiqing said contentedly, leaning back on the bed, deliberately making his penis erect for
Aunt Qiao to swallow and lick.
While holding Jiqing's manhood and moving it around, Aunt Qiao deftly removed her clothes,
revealing her plump, fair body. She then straddled him, sitting back on top of him, her round
, mountain-like buttocks spread wide before his eyes. The contrast between her fair skin and dark skin was striking,
a shocking sight that suddenly opened up before Jiqing's eyes, making him dizzy for a moment.
"Qing'er, do it for Auntie too," Aunt Qiao said, wiggling her buttocks and pressing down. The dense hair on her body
brushed against Jiqing's mouth, causing a slight itch. He instinctively opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue
. That place was already soaked with semen; Jiqing could even see streams of milky white liquid forming thin streams,
barely perceptiblely flowing down the cleavage, emitting a hot, slightly fishy smell. The taste was like a slightly intoxicating
fragrance, instantly captivating Ji Qing. He couldn't help but kiss it,
savoring it with his tongue, then sucking and spitting out the full, fleshy lips repeatedly.
Aunt Qiao was driven almost mad by Ji Qing's actions. She had already spat out his member, and like a she-wolf standing on
a ridge , she stretched her neck, her buttocks tightly raised, emitting increasingly intense howls—
a cry that was both shrill and high-pitched, yet possessed an indescribable allure.
After an unknown amount of time, Ji Qing stopped licking and sucking, lifting Aunt Qiao's buttocks away from his face.
His lips were covered in Aunt Qiao's secretions, a fishy, pungent smell that he found strangely alluring. On a whim, Ji Qing used
his fingers to scoop up a smear of thick, white fluid from the messy area, smearing it in the crevices, then puffed out his lips and
blew on the fleshy lips. A sudden chill made Aunt Qiao shiver. She cried out, "Ah!" and asked breathlessly
, "What are you doing, Qing'er..."
Ji Qing grinned mischievously and said, "Nothing, just playing."
"Play... Auntie will let you play..." Aunt Qiao groaned and fell back down, taking Ji Qing's member into
her mouth again and munching on it with gusto, her plump buttocks sticking up high,
her two pink buttocks trembling.
Ji Qing's interest grew even stronger. He dug up a larger patch and directly touched the folded, wrinkled chrysanthemum.
He held up his finger and poked it into the dense hole in the stamen, causing Aunt Qiao to scream and stand up again
: "...Why...why are you playing with Aunt's asshole again..."
"Didn't Aunt say it was itchy here?"
"Yes...it's itchy...poke it, poke it hard..." Aunt Qiao was
panting heavily The sudden pain made her break out in a sweat, but
the stimulation that followed the pain made her extremely excited. Almost instantly, Aunt Qiao felt an unbearable
hunger and emptiness surge up. Ji Qing's magnificent and powerful rod stood vividly before her,
seemingly beckoning to her and defying her. She rolled off and knelt on the kang (a heated brick bed), her thighs spread wide,
her large, round buttocks raised high. Turning her head, she looked at Jiqing with hazy eyes: "...Hurry up
, hurry...fuck...fuck with your cock..."
Jiqing remained unhurried, supporting himself with one hand while the other caressed Aunt Qiao's soft
buttocks , like a cannon ready to fire but unsure where to aim: "Auntie, where should I fuck?"
"Whatever!" Aunt Qiao twisted her hips impatiently, her hand reaching down to rub her lower body. "I'll fuck you
wherever you want, Qing'er... fuck me wherever you want... hurry up!"
Ji Qing held the object, rubbing its red head against her wet, fleshy cleft, watching it grind against
her labia, layers of white foam spreading and then disappearing. He seized an opportunity and
suddenly thrust it in. Perhaps using great force, the sudden, forceful thrust almost made Aunt Qiao
collapse onto the bed. Aunt Qiao cried out in satisfaction and pleasure, her arms limp, her upper body slumped
on the bed, only her large, plump buttocks sticking up high.
Ji Qing then worked even harder, pulling out far and then thrusting in deeply, each thrust
solid and powerful, making Aunt Qiao gasp for breath, her moans becoming hoarse and strained. Finally,
seemingly unable to bear it any longer, one arm trembled as she raised it, scratching and waving it back in a pleading manner: "No...
no, let's go somewhere else..."
"Where?" Ji Qing grabbed Aunt Qiao's plump buttocks with both hands and thrust in again.
"The anus! The anus!"
"Alright!" Ji Qing pulled out his sticky member, smoothed out the tight, dense area
, then spread the buttocks apart with his hands, and with a slight push, squeezed it in. The sudden tightness made
Ji Qing involuntarily concentrate, as if he were walking alone on a dark and windy night, his movements slow and
hesitant.
It wasn't as spacious and smooth as before; perhaps because of Aunt Qiao's tension, it made it
more . Ji Qing had almost forgotten how he had managed to get in last time; he remembered that it was easy, a sudden burst
of strength and he had gone all the way in. He wanted to do what he did last time, twisting his waist and shoving it all in, but seeing Aunt Qiao
trembling there, he dared not be so reckless again.
"Does it hurt?" he asked cautiously.
"...No...Come on..." Aunt Qiao said in a trembling voice, but the slight trembling could
n't hide her panicked anticipation mixed with fear. She was terrified of that tearing pain, but she
longed for the strange pleasure that followed, a fulfillment she had never experienced before
. The sensation was novel and had an indescribable stimulation, like a handful of purplish-red sour dates, so sour that it made her
teeth ache and her brows furrow, yet she still couldn't help but pop them into her mouth one by one.
For this, Aunt Qiao had been preparing for several days, itching and waiting for Ji Qing to insert that thing again, and she had made ample
preparations. Unfortunately, even so, when Ji Qing, encouraged, actually thrust in with all his might, Aunt Qiao still
screamed in agony. Ji Qing was so frightened that he froze, staring blankly at the tender skin that he had stretched to a thin
ring , constantly worrying that it might bleed.
"It's alright... Come on, keep going..." Aunt Qiao gritted her teeth, straining to keep going,
urging Ji Qing on repeatedly. She knew that once the pain subsided, it would be over, and all that would remain was pleasure.
Ji Qing resumed his work cautiously, each thrust slow and hesitant, driving Aunt Qiao so impatient that she almost lifted him
off the ground and straddled him, waving her hands frantically and scratching at her rear, as if trying to find something to lean on.
"You bastard... Hurry up!"
Ji Qing was enraged by Aunt Qiao's scolding, ignoring her completely. He grabbed Aunt Qiao's trembling buttocks with both hands and
thrust in with a pull and a thrust. Aunt Qiao's high and low howls now sounded like a clarion call, giving Ji Qing
a surge of strength.
After an unknown amount of time, Aunt Qiao's painful screams gradually turned into pleasurable moans. Ji Qing seemed
to feel the thrusting becoming increasingly smooth, and each time he pulled out half of his penis, it
glistened , as if coated with lard. This made Ji Qing even more excited, and his movements became more vigorous,
like a tireless calf, snorting and bouncing about. Until that surge of energy reached
its climax, Ji Qing was still not satisfied. He tried to hold back but finally couldn't, and with a howl, he ejaculated inside her.
By this time, Aunt Qiao was already completely aroused, and if Ji Qing hadn't been holding her hips up tightly, she probably
would have collapsed onto the bed. Again and again, she rose to the heavens and fell back down. Aunt Qiao felt like she was walking on clouds, dizzy
and disoriented. She herself didn't know how much fluid had flowed from her lower body
; it dripped down her thighs, winding into a small stream.
"...You little rascal...you're going to fuck me to death..." Aunt Qiao finally stopped her
pleasurable moans. Her body, which had been frozen for so long, collapsed with a thud, seemingly having exhausted her last bit of strength.
She lay limply beneath Ji Qing, panting heavily. Ji Qing, on top of her, could only chuckle foolishly.
"Qing'er, Auntie's going to die..." After panting for a long time, Aunt Qiao finally managed to speak, her voice barely audible
.
"Was it comfortable?"
"Comfortable, so comfortable..." Aunt Qiao turned her head, her disheveled hair sticking
to her forehead with sweat, her pretty face possessing a delicate and alluring beauty, as if moistened by rain.
The afternoon sun seemed to have lost its luster, lazily filtering through the sparse, withered leaves and falling onto the kang (a heated brick bed). The house
returned to tranquility; the clucking of chickens in the yard and the sounds of their playful chasing carried in from afar,
creating warm and peaceful atmosphere.
The autumn afternoon slowly turned chilly; the heat subsided, and
goosebumps
on their bare bodies. Aunt Qiao nudged Ji Qing, making him lie down, and then, with all her might, pulled a quilt from the kang cabinet and draped it over them. They remained piled on top of each other, two
tufts of messy hair peeking out from under the thin quilt.
They lay there in silence for a while, but Aunt Qiao, preoccupied with something, couldn't stay still any longer.
Exhausted, she lazily got up, found some clothes, and dressed. Looking back at Ji Qing, she saw him still
huddled there, hesitated for a moment, but then urged him on. She climbed back onto the kang and gathered his clothes into
a pile. After waiting for him to get dressed, she dragged her feet to open the door.
As soon as she peeked out, she saw Da Qiao'er in the distance. She was squatting on the riverbank at the other end of the road, her back to her,
her head buried in her knees, her hands scribbling something on the ground. Her slender figure was incredibly charming.
Aunt Qiao's heart tightened, and for no apparent reason, her nose tingled. She quickly called out to her. Hearing her mother's call, Da Qiao'er
turned around, glanced at her, and listlessly got up, hands in her pockets, shuffling over slowly. Aunt Qiao waited until Da
Qiao'er was close, then pulled her close, asking, "Have you been here the whole time?"
Da Qiao'er didn't answer, only nodded, her charming face expressionless. Aunt Qiao felt a pang of heartache, and
stammered, unsure what to say.
"Where's Er Qiao'er? Wasn't she with you?" Aunt Qiao asked.
"No, I went to my classmate's house on the front street," Da Qiao'er replied calmly, lowering her head as she entered the courtyard.
She saw Ji Qing walking out, but without a word, she simply moved past him. Ji Qing
stood there dumbfounded, watching Da Qiao'er enter the house, unsure what to do. Aunt Qiao, who had followed, poked him in the back
, which snapped him out of his daze. He hurried after her.
Lifting the curtain, he entered the house and saw Da Qiao'er lying on the kang (heated brick bed) with her back to him. Ji Qing moved closer and gently tried
to move her shoulder, but she shook him off. He turned around to face her, grinning. Da Qiao'er's furry
eyes were closed, her cold face gleaming like porcelain. She remained motionless as Ji Qing's smile froze. Finally
, Ji Qing couldn't resist, leaning in and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning back, still grinning
. Da Qiao'er suddenly opened her eyes, blinked, and rolled her eyes at him before turning her back to him.
Ji Qing had no choice but to move closer, crawling in front of her and whispering, "What's wrong? Are you angry?" Da Qiao'er kept her eyes closed and
said coldly, "No, why would I be angry?"
"Then why aren't you talking to me?"
Da Qiao'er turned her body over again, turning her back to Ji Qing: "I don't dare to talk to you, I'm afraid you'll get tired."
Ji Qing chuckled awkwardly, rustling off his shoes and getting onto the kang (heated brick bed). He nestled against Da Qiao'er,
pulling her close around the waist, while his other hand slipped under her neck, trying to pull her into his arms. Da Qiao'er
suddenly sat up, grabbed a pillow, and turned to lie on the other side, leaving Ji Qing lying cold on the kang. She
impatiently shooed him away, "Hurry up and go home, you've gotten your way and you're still lingering." Then she pulled the quilt over herself.
He was completely covered up.
Ji Qing froze for a moment, not knowing why Da Qiao'er was giving him such a cold shoulder, and
a surge of anger welled up inside him. He glanced at Da Qiao'er, then, without uttering a sound, huffed and puffed, getting off the ground and rushing out
without looking back .
Aunt Qiao, who was guarding the main room, saw Ji Qing burst out in a flurry and wondered what had happened inside.
She asked Ji Qing, but he ignored her, stubbornly sticking his head out the door. Aunt Qiao muttered to herself and hurriedly
went inside to call Da Qiao'er, only to find her lying there with her head covered. She quickly asked Ji Qing why he had run away. After asking
several times, Da Qiao'er remained silent. When she tried to ask again, she noticed that Da Qiao'er was sobbing as if she were crying
. Aunt Qiao panicked immediately, quickly climbing onto the kang (heated brick bed) and pulling Da Qiao'er over, asking anxiously, "What happened
? What happened? Did you two fight?"
Da Qiao'er glanced at her mother with teary eyes but didn't answer, pulling the quilt
over herself completely, making Aunt Qiao even more anxious.
"Tell me, what happened?"
Da Qiao remained silent, her body trembling even more violently, and after a while, she burst into sobs
. Aunt Qiao...

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