My mom and sister, who both hate spicy food, have recently become superstitious.

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It's strange, but my mom is terrified of spicy food. I love spicy food, but she's absolutely terrified of it. If there's even a tiny bit of pepper in a dish, she can't stand it. Let alone chili peppers, even though I don't feel anything when I eat them. Last week, I bought roast duck for a family dinner and specifically told the vendor to only make the duck bones mildly spicy. Unexpectedly, after eating it, my mom's symptoms became very severe. Not only was she unable to speak from the spiciness, but she also coughed incessantly, and drinking lots of water didn't help. My dad just complained to her, saying she was exaggerating. But I could tell she was really suffering. I felt guilty; I should have known better than to add any spice. Because I know spiciness is a form of pain, I took her to the kitchen and got some ice to apply to her mouth. But it didn't seem to help; she was in so much pain that tears were streaming down her face. Since spiciness is a form of pain, I decided to try breathing on her. "Mom, open your mouth, I'll help you breathe." "Ah—" My mom could only do as I said, hoping for the best. "Are you feeling any better?" I had already blew on it several times. "Ah—it's no use," Mom said, her mouth open. A thought suddenly struck me. Since spiciness is a form of pain, why not try a massage? "Mom, stick out your tongue, I'll try massaging it for you." "Okay." Mom stuck out her tongue. I must say, although Mom is over 40, her tongue is still a healthy, bright red. And under the stimulation of the spiciness, she secreted a lot of saliva, so her tongue looked shiny and delicious. "How should I do it?" I pondered. Using my hands didn't seem to work well, so I leaned in and took half of my mother's tongue into my mouth. "Mmm…uh…" Mom suddenly pushed me away, causing my head to slam against the refrigerator door with a thud. The recoil sent me bouncing back, and we were mouth-to-mouth again. Seeing my pained expression, Mom didn't dare push me away anymore, instead reaching out to rub my head. I took the opportunity to suck her tongue in and massage it with every method I could think of. At first, Mom struggled a bit, her tongue slipping out of my mouth like an eel. But I was extremely patient, sometimes curling, sometimes wrapping, sometimes spitting out, sometimes sucking, using all the skills I had learned. In the end, Mom's experience was still too limited, and she could only obediently stay in my mouth, letting me do as I pleased. Afraid that Mom would escape completely, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. "Hmm..." Mom let out a soft moan. I saw her expression gradually relax, her brows no longer furrowed, so it seemed the method had worked. At this moment, I noticed Mom's waist; it was actually quite slender, with a little bit of flesh, making it very comfortable to hug. Especially Mom's buttocks were very full, perky and firm, as if custom-made, allowing my hands to rest perfectly on them. I couldn't help but reminisce about when I was in elementary school, when my mother would ride her motorcycle to and from school every day. Sitting on the back, I would secretly nudge Mom's buttocks with my little penis. Back then, I didn't know what an erection was; thinking about it now, it was truly innocent. The past is vivid in my mind; I've grown up, but Mom's buttocks still retain their former charm. With a childlike heart, I boldly began to rub Mom's sexy buttocks. Mom's pants were made of good material; even through a layer of fabric, the supple and tender feel was not diminished at all, easily... I could grab it and play with it; I really wanted to ask her what brand it was. Just then, Mom seemed to notice something was wrong, wriggling her hips, trying to get out of my grasp. I was a little angry; she was trying to help, and she was still causing trouble. Even a mother shouldn't act like this. I grabbed Mom's plump buttocks hard to stop her from wriggling, but she struggled even more fiercely. See? Now you've made your son get an erection, what are you going to do? I pointed my penis at Mom, wanting her to know the consequences of her movements. "Ugh... um... haa..." Mom breathed heavily, staring at me and saying in a breathy voice, "No—big—no—small—" I laughed and asked, "Mom, are you still feeling the heat? Are you feeling better?" Mom sniffed and said, "I didn't expect it to actually work; it's not so spicy now." Then she kneed me in the stomach and walked away. I rolled on the kitchen floor in pain. That was too much! What did I do wrong? Even this weekend, I was still shaken and really didn't want to go home. But then I got a call from Mom, saying she was making my favorite spicy hot pot tonight. My mouth watered just hearing that. Should I go home or not? My sister has become increasingly superstitious lately, not in Christianity, but in Buddhism and Taoism. During her holidays, she goes to various temples to worship, and brings home all sorts of weird talismans and sachets. She gave me a few, wanting me to hang them in my car, but I refused dismissively: "I don't even hang up my ornaments and dolls anymore, why would I hang this stuff?" I argued with her for ages, it really infuriated me. Recently, my sister started eating vegetarian. After a few days, I saw she couldn't stand it herself and was causing too much trouble for friends and family, so she switched to a convenient vegetarian diet. I could only shake my head and smile wryly. But that's not all. What infuriates me most is that she wants to change the layout of the house, doing feng shui. It's one thing to make her room a mess, but she insists on putting an aquarium in the living room to keep fish, saying it will bring wealth. "It's haunted by ghosts!" My parents are easygoing; they wouldn't dare to make a fuss about ghosts and spirits. But I can't stand it. My sister, after all, graduated with a master's degree, albeit in humanities, and is usually very sensible. How could she be so obsessed with this kind of nonsense? I often think about how to bring my sister back to her senses. I've made up my mind to have a serious talk with her and see just how deeply she's been possessed. That night, I went to her room and said I wanted to ask her about this. She was naturally very interested. I asked, "Why are you vegetarian?" My sister replied, "Killing creates karma, and there will be retribution, so we eat vegetarian food." I asked, "Plants also have life, how can you kill them?" My sister put her hands together and said, "Plants don't feel pain, otherwise what would they do if they were hungry?" I changed my question to, "What is the Tao?" My sister smiled and said, "Heaven and earth are the Tao." I asked, "What is Buddha?" My sister nodded and answered, "All sentient beings are Buddhas." I pressed, "Are you Buddha?" My sister shook her head, "I am not Buddha." I asked again, "Am I Buddha?" My sister smiled meaningfully and said, "You are Buddha." I lowered my head and fell into deep thought. After a long while, I looked up and asked, "Sister, what is emptiness?" My sister tapped my head and smiled without saying a word. I rubbed my head and said in pain, "Why did you hit me?" My sister said, "You watch too much TV." Not giving up, I reached out and grabbed my sister's breast. My sister exclaimed, "What are you doing?" I said, "I have already let go, but you haven't." My sister regained her composure and said, "You only got my skin." I then reached out and groped my sister's thighs as she sat cross-legged. My sister's body trembled slightly, but she didn't resist. I stopped what I was doing and demanded, "What is emptiness?" She replied, "This is emptiness." I smiled with satisfaction, and as I stood up, I sang, "Bodhi has no tree, the bright mirror is not a stand." I sat down behind her, reached into her collar, and continued singing, "Originally there is nothing, where can dust settle?" My sister sat motionless, like a statue of Guanyin, letting my hands caress her soft breasts. Her neck was flushed red, and when I gently bit her earlobe, it was burning red. From this, it was clear that her spiritual practice hadn't yet reached its peak. There was still room for improvement. I whispered in my sister's ear, "Am I Buddha?" She turned her head away and said, "You're an animal." I pinched her nipple and asked, "Does it feel good?" Her voice was barely audible, "Of course it feels good." I laughed, "That's the Tao." My sister blushed and leaned into my arms, saying, "You only got my flesh." I kissed her pouting lips and said, "It's not over yet?" Her beautiful eyes widened, and she asked curiously, "What other strange things are there?" I gave her a mysterious smile, "Buddha said...it cannot be spoken of." (Posted by Ye Xuanxingchen, 8 gold coins, shared, and a red envelope is offered!)

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