Flower in a Sea of Sin (1-2)

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(I)
Zhou Ping had always been an excellent student from elementary to junior high school, so among the four hundred students nominated for high school entrance exams, he was sure to rank in the top five based on his past outstanding grades.
Not only did he excel academically, but he was also quite athletic, giving him a precocious and robust physique for a sixteen-year-old boy.
"Xiao Ping, your good grades at school make your mother very proud. If you have the opportunity to attend the parent-teacher conference at school in the future, your mother will be very proud..."
His mother, Li Xiangping, had already predicted his success even before his high school entrance exam announcement.
His father, Zhou Youshan, and sister, Zhou Qianru, shared the same view.
"Mom, Xiao Ping will definitely be at the top, without a doubt." His sister Qianru's confidence in Zhou Ping was even stronger than his mother Xiangping's.
Zhou Youshan sat in a recliner, leisurely smoking a cigarette. Listening to their conversation, he seemed to deeply agree, silently nodding and showing a satisfied smile.
The family of four hadn't gone out that evening, all gathered around the television chatting. Unfortunately, the conversation often centered on Zhou Ping, which annoyed him considerably.
Zhou Ping seemed to be the center of the family. Everyone called him by the nickname "Xiao Ping," pulling him back and forth like a saw.
"Can you please stop calling me Xiao Ping?"
"Why? Xiao Ping is your name!"
Xiang Ping, holding her two snow-white arms behind her head, combing her hair, looked at Zhou Youshan and giggled seductively.
This was too strange… Zhou Ping wondered.
On the surface, it was a harmonious family. But Zhou Ping sensed an invisible barrier between them. This invisible barrier, like a strange pressure, often made him feel suffocated.
In truth, this family wasn't centered around Zhou Ping; he was merely trapped within their circle, everyone keeping a considerable distance from him.
Just as their outward appearance suggested a distant, unfriendly relationship, it was like dealing with a mentally ill patient at home.
"I'm sixteen years old this year! I'm so tall, even if you're blind, I still have two holes!" Zhou Ping, using his family's nickname as an excuse, vented his anger at the unfair treatment he received, deliberately shouting and uttering vulgar words.
Li Xiangping looked surprised. "Wow! How rude! Who taught you that? Maybe you've made some bad friends outside?"
"So what if I have bad friends?"
"Sigh… I'm your mother…"
"I won't be a child forever; I have the right to choose my friends." Zhou Ping roared angrily. His mother, Li Xiangping, was stunned by his aggressive demeanor, speechless for a long time.
"…" The entire living room was silent.
Clearly, everyone was silent after Zhou Ping brought up unpleasant topics.
"If you don't change how you address me, I'll become deformed if I stay here too long," said
the older sister, Qianru, nestled on the sofa in her pajamas, legs bent and knees pressed together, sitting upright. "Isn't that right? The quality of friends isn't the main issue; it's about one's own character."
"What my sister says is quite agreeable."
"You are Zhou Ping, from birth..." the mother suddenly shouted, seemingly angry, but stopped abruptly, a blank expression appearing on her face.
Zhou Ping froze, turning to look at his sister Qianru, whose eyes held a chilling gaze.
Zhou Youshan remained silent, smoking his cigarette, seemingly oblivious.
There must be something fishy going on; it must be a Zhou family secret kept only from me! Zhou Ping muttered to himself, stepping onto a narrow path.
That summer, before he was to enter high school, he still harbored the desire to take the entrance exam and continue his education. However, a secret within his family weighed heavily on his mind, causing him to become depressed.
"You're always looking so gloomy; you might be having some mental health issues. You should go to the psychiatric department of a hospital for a checkup to relieve your worries," Zhou Ping's best friend, Shen Zhengde, suggested.
"This isn't a problem that medicine can solve. I'm perfectly normal at school, but I get caught up in worries at home!"
"After school, don't rush home. Do some part-time work somewhere to relax!"
"If you have time for part-time work, you should
study harder at home." Zhou Ping and Shen Zhengde had been close friends since childhood and continued to attend the same school.
Today, on their way home after school, Shen Zhengde sensed a significant psychological change in Zhou Ping over the past year, with his recent behavior being particularly noticeable.
Concerned, Shen Zhengde inquired about the root of the problem.
Three months later, after visiting Zhou Ping's home several times, Shen Zhengde observed several things and felt several questions arose.
Zhou Ping's father was a man in his fifties. Although he was tall and strong, he lacked the energy and vitality of most people. His head was completely white, a phenomenon that shouldn't be seen at his age. His temples were gray, and fine wrinkles on his face made him appear even older. His leisurely demeanor and slow movements gave him a prematurely aged look.

His mother, Li Xiangping, appeared to be in her thirties. She had a beautiful face, with captivating eyes that often held allure. Having lived a pampered life, her fair skin was radiant. Her curvaceous figure, neither too thin nor too plump, possessed a mature woman's sensuality. Her breasts, especially prominent, and her round, pert buttocks would often sway as she flirted and struck alluring poses, leaving the men in the neighborhood dazzled.

Her older sister, Zhou Qianru, was eighteen years old and had already grown into a beautiful young woman. Perhaps she inherited this beauty from her mother. Although she was a beautiful young flower just beginning to bloom, she possessed a captivating figure and a charmingly alluring face.

These doubts swirled in Shen Zhengde's mind, making him increasingly suspicious. Could it be...?
So, one day, he arranged to meet Zhou Ping after school on campus.
On the bank of the small pond, by the weeping willows, Zhou Ping and Shen Zhengde sat side by side on the lush lawn.
Shen Zhengde's first words were, "Zhou Ping, after visiting your house a few times, I've felt something's off. I want to ask you a few questions."
"What questions? Go ahead and ask."
With Zhou Ping's approval, Shen Zhengde went straight to the point: "Have you noticed that your father and mother are quite different in age?"
Hearing Shen Zhengde mention it, Zhou Ping seemed to realize something and said, "Oh! That's right! They're more than ten years apart!"
"Your mother loves you quite a bit, doesn't she?"
"Yes!" On this point, Zhou Ping couldn't lie; his mother was indeed good to him.
"But why do you two siblings look so different?"
Shen Zhengde asked, his face full of questions. He continued, "Zhou Ping, do you have a copy of your Zhou family's household registration?"
Zhou Ping began to harbor deep suspicions about the family secret. He shook his head and said, "No. My mother handled the enrollment procedures."
"Zhou Ping! Don't be angry when I say this! Your family's blood relations seem more complicated than those of a normal family!"
Shen Zhengde's words struck Zhou Ping like a thunderclap in a clear sky. Zhou Ping couldn't believe it was true, and he hoped it wasn't. To verify this, the two agreed to skip class the next day and go to get the evidence together.

The next day, the district office's household registration transcript was unfolded before Zhou Ping's eyes.
In an instant, Zhou Ping froze. His body seemed to be sucked into the earth; his mind went blank, and he read aloud with trembling hands.
Father: Zhou Youshan; Mother: Li Xiangping; both were remarried.
Zhou Qianru was brought to her husband's family by her mother, Li Xiangping. Zhou Ping was born to Zhou Youshan's ex-wife.
"Ah! My mother and sister at home aren't blood relatives..." Zhou Ping felt the cold sweat on his back soak through his heavy clothes.
"You're Zhou Ping! From birth..." Li Xiangping's words still clearly echoed in his ears.
"Zhou Ping, look carefully!" Shen Zhengde, who had accompanied him to the district office, said.
"It's nothing serious." Zhou Ping's face was full of pain as he handed the transcript to Shen Zhengde with a self-torturing feeling, making Shen Zhengde read it carefully from beginning to end.
"Zhou Ping, your original biological mother's name is Huang Wanling."
"..." Zhou Ping remained silent.
"Zhou Ping! Don't complain about anyone!"
"I don't complain about anyone." Zhou Ping answered excitedly, his voice trembling with tears.
Shen Zhengde knew how Zhou Ping felt at this moment, but he didn't know how to comfort him, after all, this matter was a huge blow to Zhou Ping.
"Sigh! Now that you know your background, I think it would have been better if you hadn't."
"..."
"After you go home, don't utter a single word. Just live your life as usual, and don't tell anyone. When you hear Xiaoping's nickname called, just agree!"
Shen Zhengde repeatedly instructed him. In fact, Zhou Ping didn't have the courage to pursue the matter after returning home.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Ping graduated from Beibei High School.
And when the university entrance exam results were released, a time of joy for some and sorrow for others, he was fortunate enough to be admitted to his ideal university, but Zhou Ping planned to drop out.
Not only would Zhou Ping have to give up his studies, but the family relationships he had maintained for the past nineteen years... to be precise, from when he was one and a half years old until now would also be broken.
This was not only a serious blow to Zhou Ping, but also a necessary process under long-term psychological pressure, and the final result.
According to the household registration transcript...
Li Xiangping and her daughter Zhou Qianru first stepped into the Zhou family's gate fourteen years ago.
Zhou Youshan's timber products company had only been in operation for twelve years, yet Li Xiangping had come to support this struggling family during their early, difficult years of building their business from scratch.
Young Zhou Ping, secretly called "Xiaoping," was raised as Li Xiangping's biological son. And Qianru? From the age of four, fate decreed that she must keep her secret.
Whenever Zhou Ping looked at Qianru's face, it reminded him of their different bloodline, and his heart pounded like a deer's. When their eyes occasionally met, he felt breathless.
Did he harbor resentment? Or had his feelings for his beautiful older sister, Qianru, subtly shifted to something else? This question utterly confused Zhou Ping.
Thus, Zhou Ping often sat quietly in a corner of a familiar coffee shop, pondering these tangled and complicated family matters, chain-smoking cigarettes, one after another, letting his mind sink into the thick fog.

When he was lost in thought, the loud music in the coffee shop obscured his thoughts.
Suddenly, a vivid flower seemed to bloom before his eyes, and he decided to shatter the "past" with a single blow.
It was a moment of inner clarity, but the long past, like an endless roll of film, constantly entangled him, and cutting through the mess wasn't easy.
So, Zhou Ping, still a member of the Zhou family, endured for another year.
Until his second year of university, when problems arose.
That night, the sky was as clear as usual, and everyone in the Zhou family was resting in their rooms.
"Zhou Ping, may I come in?"
It was midnight. Zhou Ping was in his bedroom, sitting at his desk reading, when Qianru unexpectedly knocked on his door.
"The door's unlocked, come in yourself!" Zhou Ping ignored her knocking, responding only briefly before his eyes remained buried in his book.
"Oh! So diligent!" Following the soft voice, the beautiful Qianru stepped into the room, turned and closed the door, and walked towards the desk.
"Oh! What a rare guest! Please come in and have a seat."
Zhou Ping turned his head and was immediately captivated by Qian Ru's attire.
Qian Ru entered wearing a bright purple nightgown, the silk fabric revealing her voluptuous, fair body, her firm, snow-white breasts barely concealed. Her
high, erect nipples trembled with each step, releasing a breathtakingly alluring fragrance.
Her slender, graceful figure was captivating, especially the small thong she wore—something he had never seen since he understood the nature of love between men and women.
Zhou Ping was mesmerized, a burning desire coursing through his body.
Gradually, his younger brother's awe of his older sister vanished; he felt his body had suddenly grown strong and powerful, his unusually large penis a testament to his exceptional talent compared to his classmates.
Seeing his sister Qianru's alluring, voluptuous body, so full of mature girlish temptation, he felt he was now on equal footing with her.
"Xiaoping! Why are you looking at me like that! You're such a little devil!"
Qianru's fair and pretty face was flushed with a light blush, making her already beautiful and sexy features even more charming and alluring.
"Hey! A strong smell of alcohol... oh... you've been drinking!"
Zhou Ping smelled a strong odor of alcohol as soon as Qianru opened her mouth, and he said threateningly, "You say I'm a little devil, but what about you? A girl like you secretly drinking?"
"Ha! What? You're like a jerk, aren't you? You're angry again! Ha!" Qianru, her face flushed with drunkenness, laughed loudly at Zhou Ping. As she spoke, she reclined on Zhou Ping's soft bed, her right elbow supporting her body, her hand gently cupping her rosy cheek, her alluring eyes glancing at Zhou Ping, her lips filled with boundless spring-like desire.

She seemed to be tempting Zhou Ping to commit a crime, deliberately lifting her robe with her left hand to reveal two fair, shapely, and slender legs, and said seductively, "Xiao Ping! If you were a short candle, how much oil would leak out?"
Hearing her teasing and seductive words, Zhou Ping was furious at Qian Ru's mockery, and his desire was rising. He was also amused by her, his face flushed, and his anger was rising.
He disregarded ethics and morality; the pent-up anger in his heart, like a long-dormant volcano, could no longer be contained.
Zhou Ping angrily rose from his chair and rushed to the bedside.
"Fine! I'll show you whether I'm a little candle or a flashlight!"
Zhou Ping shouted at Qian Ru, quickly stripping off his clothes and standing naked before her. His
robust, masculine physique was displayed before Qian Ru, causing her beautiful eyes to widen, her lips slightly parted as she gasped softly, her face flushed with shyness.
"You just mocked me for being a short candle, but I've already become a large flashlight! But I wonder what your little cave is like?"
In an instant, Zhou Ping had stripped Qian Ru of her robe and underwear. Even though she had struggled half-heartedly, she was completely naked. Her snow-white skin was slightly flushed, and her plump, fair body possessed beautiful curves. Her full, alluring breasts stood high, each topped with a nipple like a ripe grape. Below was a smooth abdomen, and at the junction of her plump, white thighs, a thicket of dark pubic hair grew. Three slightly protruding mounds of flesh, with a fleshy slit in the middle, were truly exquisite.

He quickly bent down, his strong body pressing against the soft, smooth body of a woman. At this moment, Zhou Ping's mouth was already at Qianru's two breasts, opening it to take the bright red nipple into his mouth. He sucked and held it tightly, his tongue moving up and down, left and right, constantly swirling around the nipple.

With one hand, he grasped the other breast, pressing it down hard, kneading the white, firm flesh, his fingers kneading and pinching her nipple.
Aroused by desire, Qianru shifted her body restlessly in resistance, but this only fueled Zhou Ping's lust. He sucked on her nipple more vigorously, his hands kneading her breasts with greater force.
This teasing of sucking and pressing made Qianru, a girl with such alluring charm and sexual experience, unbearably wanton.
"Mmm... hum... um... um... um..."
Qianru felt an unbearable tingling and itching all over her body. Her breasts felt numb and itchy, a tingling sensation that penetrated deep into her bones. She enjoyed this feeling, clenching her teeth in ecstasy, her breath coming in rapid gasps, letting Zhou Ping play with her beautiful body and breasts.

"Ping... Yu... I... um! hum! Don't... don't suck my breasts... don't... um... sister... sister's little sister... it's so itchy... itchy... hum..."
After his teasing, Qianru clung tightly to Zhou Ping, moaning softly.
Zhou Ping knew she was already unable to suppress her desire.
So, he intensified his arousal, quickly sliding his right hand down, through her smooth abdomen and the hairy, dark forest, towards his sister's alluring vulva.
He felt a few soft pubic hairs around her vulva, her plump labia hard and swollen, the deep crevice already overflowing with lustful fluid, so warm and sticky to the touch.
Suddenly, Zhou Ping inserted his fingers into her vulva, probing and teasing the tender flesh, rotating them incessantly, causing the vaginal walls to contract and spasm in response.
Qian Ru's heart pounded like a deer, her face flushed, her white flesh trembling slightly, moaning, "Oh... Ping... don't tease... um... hmph... sister... sister will let you insert it, little sister... um... no... don't dig anymore... my vulva is itchy... itchy... hmph..."

Pressed against her soft and alluring body, Zhou Ping was already lost in a daze, his mind pounding wildly. Qianru's moans only fueled his desire.
He jumped off the bed, stood beside it, grabbed Qianru's legs, and lifted her plump, pink thighs high. His already hard, erect penis was thrust into her wet, wet vulva.
He squatted down, thrusting his hips forward, and forcefully shoved his penis into her.
A loud "plop!" echoed as their genitals made contact.
But despite her promiscuous private life and past sexual encounters with several male classmates, Qianru's plump, delicious vulva remained incredibly tight. Even with his powerful thrust, Zhou Ping's large penis only managed to penetrate the head of his penis, about the size of an egg.

"Ah...it hurts...Ping...you...be gentle...oh...oh..."
Qianru's vagina was filled with the large penis, and she was already trembling with pain. She closed her eyes, frowned, and gritted her teeth as she cried out softly, "Ping...oh...your big cock...is too...too...ah...ah..."

(II)
Qianru's painful screams not only failed to arouse Zhou Ping's pity, but also fueled his bestial desire to invade his sister's body.
At this moment, Zhou Ping had lost his reason and his mind was filled with hatred. He hated his family background, hated why his mother hadn't told him, and hated that his sister had also deceived him.
Moreover, he felt his glans being tightly gripped by her vagina, and the incredibly tender vagina was so tempting. Now that his penis was inserted, how could he let this opportunity slip by?
He quickly threw away his sister's jade legs and instead hugged her round, plump buttocks. He thrust his buttocks forward again, and his desperately large penis ruthlessly penetrated to the root, hitting the cervix right in the middle.
"Ah... Ping... you... ah... ah..."
Qianru cried out, pounding her fists on Zhou Ping's chest. The throbbing pain inside her vagina made her want to pull away, but he held her firmly with his hands.
Once his large penis was inside, Zhou Ping began to thrust wildly. The bright red flesh of her vagina was squeezed and turned inside out by the thick penis. Her soft clitoris trembled incessantly from the impact of the large penis.
Qianru was in extreme pain at this moment, like a virgin on her first night, her vagina stretched as if it were about to tear open by Zhou Ping's strong and thick penis.
"Ah... Mom... it's... it's killing me... ah... it hurts... um... um... you... you're... you're hitting the very core again... ah... please be gentle... be gentle..."
Zhou Ping did not slow down, and Qianru's desperate pleas did not move him at all. Her narrow vagina was still being brutally pounded, and the vaginal fluid kept flowing out, flowing around her vulva. He thrust into her hundreds of times with a rapist-like ferocity, after all, Qianru was a girl with experience in penetration. The frenzied thrusting gradually aroused her long-dormant desire.

"Ah... Ping... Sister... Sister isn't refusing to... let you penetrate... um... oh... Ping... be gentle... your big cock is so hard... I really... can't take it..."
Qianru endured the pain, already quite adept at the pleasure of thrusting, her hands tightly embracing Zhou Ping, moaning softly.
After a period of fierce thrusting, Zhou Ping's desire was somewhat relieved. Hearing his sister's increasingly comfortable moans, he looked up at her half-closed beautiful eyes, a smile of spring on her lips, her intoxicated and wanton appearance truly captivating. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.

Qianru also wrapped her two pink arms tightly around his neck, responding passionately, her bright red mouth wide open, allowing her brother's tongue to freely swirl in her mouth. His hands also grasped his sister's two firm and plump breasts, gently kneading and caressing them.

His buttocks stopped moving, and his large penis remained inside her wet, tender vagina, the glans pressing deep against her clitoris, rotating and rubbing.
His teasing from above and below aroused Qianru once more. Especially the cervix deep within her vagina, rubbed by the large glans, caused an indescribable itching sensation throughout her vagina.
"Mmm... Ping... my vagina is so itchy... hurry... hurry, use your big penis... to give me... comfort... hurry... hum... hurry... sister... sister wants your extra-large penis..." Her whole body ached and itched, and her cries, fueled by her arousal, became increasingly incoherent.

However, these moans were a great encouragement to Zhou Ping. A smug look appeared on his face, his energy surged, and his swollen, red penis stood erect. He grabbed his sister's plump buttocks again and began to thrust wildly, each stroke hitting her G-spot.

Qianru clung tightly to his back, her tight vagina containing his large penis, swaying her slender waist in rhythm with his thrusts, her large buttocks moving gracefully in response.
"Mmm...mmm...so beautiful...good...so good...dear brother...Ping...I want to call you dear brother...oh...your big penis...makes me...mmm...so beautiful...mmm..."
"Ouch...mmm...good brother...harder...thrust harder...ahh...it's so beautiful...oh...so sore...mmm...so blissful..."
Zhou Ping felt his heart pounding; his sister's moans made him feel hot all over. He held her buttocks, his hands stroking them incessantly, his large penis thrusting in and out even faster.
Qianru felt incredibly comfortable, especially with the large penis penetrating her vagina, making her feel incredibly full and pleasurable. Her hair was disheveled, her arms tightly wrapped around him, her face buried in the pillow, flushed, her teeth clenched around the corner of the pillow, her slender waist twisting violently, her buttocks bobbing high, making her wet vulva even more prominent. The lustful fluids from her vaginal opening gushed out like a spring, soaking Zhou Ping's large penis, making him feel extremely comfortable.

Zhou Ping thrust even more frantically, his large penis pounding wildly inside her vagina, the head of his penis rubbing against Qianru's clitoris until it felt numb and tingling.
"Oh...my little hole...ah...my whole body is so...so soft...oh...oh...numb...oh dear...the water is flowing out...mmm...dear brother...your big cock...is so good at...inserting...it feels so good...ah...ah..."

Zhou Ping saw that her juices were flowing more and more, and her vagina was even more wet and warm. So, without any restraint, he thrust in and out, his cock entering her little hole as if it were empty.
"Ah...ah...sister...your little...slutty hole...is so beautiful...so tight...so wet...it feels so good to fuck with your big cock..."
Qianru had reached the peak of her sexual desire, her little mouth panting: "Mmm...mmm...so good...so beautiful...harder...mmm...dear brother...I love your...big cock...mmm...it feels so good to fuck my little slutty hole..."

Zhou Ping had reached the final moment, his cock pounding wildly into his sister's juicy little slutty hole. Qianru held his waist tightly with both hands, her buttocks swaying upwards to meet him. Her vulva was overflowing with lustful fluids, and the large glans of his penis moved in and out, making a "sizzling" sound.

The two of them were entwined in passion, their penises and vulvas swaying and rising and falling closely, a scene of boundless spring. There was no regard for ethics, only the pleasure of love between a man and a woman, making love passionately.
"Ah...ah...dear brother...um...faster...my wet hole...it feels so good...uh...I'm about to go to heaven...um...Ping...hurry up and penetrate me...fuck my little hole to death...faster..."
Hearing her moans and cries, Zhou Ping's lust grew even stronger.
He hoisted her two pink legs onto his shoulders, his hands pressing tightly against her incredibly swollen breasts, kneading and squeezing them relentlessly. He took a deep breath, and his penis thrust forcefully, plunging deep into his sister's vagina…
Qianru seemed oblivious to the pain, her hands gripping his buttocks, pressing him down hard, her legs raised high, kicking wildly, her plump buttocks thrusting upwards in a vigorous display. Her face was flushed with ecstatic lust, and she moaned, “Ah… Ping… your big cock… your big cock… so good… mmm… it’s killing my little hole… mmm… so… so beautiful… mmm…”

“Oh… sister… I’ve never… felt… so good… oh… oh… I’m going to die… I can’t… hold back… anymore…”
“Ah… ah…” Qianru shook her buttocks desperately, her clitoris unable to contain its pleasure, her vaginal fluids gushing from her uterus.
Her final, desperate struggle gave Zhou Ping an indescribable pleasure. The large penis seemed to be tightly sucked by the vagina, the flower-like opening gently biting and sucking the glans. Zhou Ping couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure spread throughout his body, and he thrust his penis in and out a few more times...

"Oh...oh...sister...oh..." His penis trembled and ejaculated. Both of them felt incredibly comfortable and satisfied.
From then on, the little brother became the sister's intimate guest, and the two often used the excuse of studying to indulge in sexual love, sometimes in Zhou Ping's room, sometimes in Qianru's boudoir.
After spring passed, the gloomy plum rain season followed.
At this time, Zhou Ping was already a junior in college.
Due to the constant enjoyment of penetration with his sister Qianru, and the absorption of the precious female hormones of the young girl, Zhou Ping had become more mature and robust.
He not only had an endless lustful desire for Qianru, but he was also exceptionally vigorous every time, making Qianru suffer and beg for mercy every time.
However, after graduation, Qianru still needed to find a job to put her skills to use. Through her father's connections, she entered a private trading company. Due to the busy work schedule, she not only worked during the day but also often worked late into the night. This meant Zhou Ping had fewer opportunities to meet her.

Since his intimate relationship with his sister, his sexual desires had become like an addiction, a severe craving. If he didn't release them, a burning desire would simmer within him, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
"Ugh! Damn it, it's raining again!" Zhou Ping sat at his desk, gazing at the misty rain outside the window, and couldn't help but complain.
Today was Wednesday, no classes at school. He had wanted to go out and have some fun, but a light drizzle was falling outside. The dreaded rainy season made Zhou Ping even more irritable.
On the balcony in front of his bedroom, there was a small porcelain flowerpot. Fresh green shoots were growing in the pot, already six or seven centimeters long. The sharply angled leaves, sometimes glistening in the plum rains, sometimes shimmering in the early summer sun, were a delightful sight.

"Xiaoping! Where are you?" came the call of his mother, Li Xiangping, from downstairs.
Zhou Ping heard his mother's call, but he remained oblivious, staring out the window at the fine, continuous drizzle.
"Xiaoping! I called you, why didn't you answer?" Xiangping pushed open the door and, seeing Zhou Ping staring blankly out the window, scolded him angrily.
"What is it?" Zhou Ping reluctantly turned his head, glanced at his mother standing in the doorway, gave a perfunctory answer, and then turned back to look out the window.
Given Zhou Ping's attitude, coupled with his inherently stubborn temper, and the fact that she wasn't his biological mother, she felt utterly helpless. A strange expression flashed across Xiangping's face. She continued, "Your father just called to say he has to go on a business trip to the south today and won't be back for two or three days."

"So what?" Zhou Ping replied casually, without even turning his head, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Do you want to go out this afternoon? There's a good movie showing at the theater today, you can go see it!" Li Xiangping asked Zhou Ping with unusual concern.
Zhou Ping also found it strange, but he didn't have the time or the inclination to consider why his mother was rushing him out today. After a moment of silence, he suddenly stood up from his chair, sat on the edge of the bed, lay down, pulled the blanket over his head, and said softly, "I'm very tired today, I don't want to go out, I want to get some sleep." After saying that, Zhou Ping ignored Xiangping.

Seeing this, Xiangping knew she couldn't win against her stubborn son. So, she could only close the door dejectedly and leave Zhou Ping's bedroom. A lewd smile appeared on her face.
Feeling down, Zhou Ping, lying in bed, quickly fell asleep.
He didn't know how much time had passed…
before he slowly woke up. He always slept for very short periods, and he was quite neurotic; once awake, he couldn't fall back asleep. Annoyed by this ailment, after tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, he immediately sat up.

He raised his left hand, checked his watch; it was already past four. So Zhou Ping got out of bed, went to the wardrobe, unzipped it, and took out a set of underwear, intending to take a shower.
Holding the underwear, Zhou Ping opened the bedroom door and walked out, only to find the entire house eerily quiet.
"Strange! Where did Mom go?" Zhou Ping wondered for a moment before heading towards the bathroom.
In the Zhou family home, this house had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Turning the corner from Zhou Ping's bedroom was his sister's bedroom, and next to her bedroom was the study. The study was Zhou Youshan's private room, connected to the master bedroom. Only one door allowed him to enter and exit the bedroom and study. Around the next corner from the master bedroom was the bathroom.

Normally, only Qianru and Zhou Ping used the bathroom. Zhou Youshan and Li Xiangping already had a suite in their master bedroom with its own bathroom, so they didn't have to share it with their children.
Zhou Ping walked slowly, his feet sinking into the soft carpet, feeling indescribably comfortable.
He turned several corners, passing his parents' room, about to enter the bathroom. Suddenly, a deep male voice came from his parents' room.
"Wait a minute! Didn't Mom say Dad went on a business trip to the south? Could Dad be back?" Zhou Ping thought to himself, "Never mind!" He really couldn't be bothered with their affairs.
He entered the bathroom, turning to close the door, when suddenly, another mocking male voice rang out: "Ha! Slut…good…good…" Zhou Ping was stunned!
He knew his father well; he was a strict, stern man, always upright and kind, and would never utter such vulgar words.
"Then...whose voice is that?...Could it be..." Zhou Ping's mind reeled as if struck by lightning; he couldn't bear to imagine it.
Rumors of his mother's infidelity had circulated, but he hadn't believed them. Now, he felt a surge of indignation for his father.
"How could my mother..." He quickly put down his underwear, slipped past the master bedroom, returned to his own, and swiftly retrieved the key to his study from a drawer. He then ran quietly to the study.
Zhou Ping slowly opened the door and rushed into the study. He saw the partition between the study and the bedroom, with a large, clear glass window.
He quickly grabbed a chair, placed it in front of the partition, and quietly climbed onto it. Standing on the chair, Zhou Ping gripped the window frame, craning his neck to look into his parents' bedroom.
"Just as I thought! Damn it, that bitch of a mother..." Zhou Ping cursed under his breath upon seeing the scene in the bedroom.
The furniture in the master bedroom remained untouched, but a naked couple lay on the bed: the woman was Zhou Ping's mother, Li Xiangping, while the man was someone Zhou Ping didn't recognize.
The man had thick eyebrows and large ears, a muscular and imposing physique, and appeared to be in his forties. He sat on the bed, reclining at the head of the bed, his two hairy, thick thighs stretched out, with a swollen penis erect between them. That thick, long penis might surprise others, but not Zhou Ping.

In fact, the man's penis was unusually thick and long, but about the same length as Zhou Ping's, and Zhou Ping's penis had its own unique feature. While the man's penis was thick and long, it narrowed towards the glans. Unlike Zhou Ping's thick, long penis, which had a large, egg-shaped glans.

At this moment, Xiangping was kneeling between the man's legs, her hands gripping and stroking his engorged penis.
Although Xiangping was nearly thirty, she was incredibly beautiful. The relentless passage of time hadn't cruelly ravaged her body; on the contrary, it had given her a mature, womanly allure. Her skin was as white as jade, smooth and flawless.

Despite having given birth, her abdomen remained flat and firm, and her breasts, large and round, resembled freshly baked steamed buns—utterly captivating. Her waist was slender, yet her buttocks were round and plump, incredibly white and tender. Her two long, slender, white legs were so perfectly rounded and smooth that they could make any man's heart flutter.

Because the adulterous couple on the bed were facing Zhou Ping sideways, he couldn't see his mother's even more beautiful and alluring vulva.
"I never imagined Mom's body was so beautiful, so alluring." Zhou Ping's lust was aroused, a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen, his penis already aroused.
"Slut! Stop using your hands, let's have a good fucking tonight while the old ghost's not around."
"No! Zhou Ping's still home, keep your voice down, let's have some fun first, then you can enjoy this beautiful body tomorrow." Xiang Ping said softly, her eyes alluring. But her hands were constantly stroking and caressing his large penis.

The man seemed unusually excited by the teasing, panting as he said, "It's been so long since I've played, my big penis is so hard, slut, make my penis feel good, feel good..."
"I knew it, you lecher, you can't stand it anymore? Hehe..." The wanton and seductive Xiang Ping was incredibly lewd, stroking his large penis, her eyes alluring, a smile playing on her lips, exuding indescribable charm and sexiness. Amidst laughter, her full breasts swayed and bounced, a sight that stirred the blood.

"What a slutty mom..." Zhou Ping's lust surged, his large penis already engorged and hard.
Xiang Ping gripped his penis tightly with both hands, stroking it repeatedly. "You lecher, I'll give you a good time..." she said, lowering her head, her left hand stroking his penis, her beautiful cherry-like mouth opening to take the glans into her mouth, sucking several times, while her right hand grasped his testicles below, using both hands and mouth.

Xiang Ping's small mouth released the glans, her tongue teasing it. Her left hand vigorously stroked his penis up and down, and a few drops of white fluid immediately flowed from the urethral opening. She licked and teased the urethral opening with her tongue, then gently bit the glans with her teeth, her hands constantly stroking and kneading his testicles. With each pinch, rub, and suck, the large penis swelled even thicker.

"Oh...good...slut...sucking so well...your little mouth is so nimble...oh..." The man groaned comfortably, his buttocks thrusting upwards. It seemed he wouldn't be satisfied until his large penis was deep into Xiangping's throat.
"Mmm...so good...sucking so well...so slutty...oh..." Xiangping's skillful tongue teased, causing the man to moan continuously in pleasure.
While sucking the large penis, her eyes darted around seductively, lustfully watching the man's comfortable appearance. After a period of frantic sucking on the glans, Xiangping seemed to have a preference for the man's penis.
"Brother...your big penis...so thick, so long...I love it so much..." Xiangping spat out the glans, her hands constantly pinching and stroking the penis and testicles.
"I want to suck it...suck it...your big penis is so great...brother...are you comfortable?" she asked, her desire overflowing.
"Slut...suck...big cock...it feels so good...faster..." Just as the man was enjoying himself immensely, Xiangping stopped sucking his cock.
He hurriedly pressed Xiangping's head down with both hands, his buttocks thrusting up, his engorged cock rubbing against her fragrant lips.
Xiangping knew he was close to climax. So, she first licked the tip of his penis with her tongue, savoring its uniquely masculine flavor. She licked the rounded ridges of flesh at the base of the glans, then opened her small mouth and filled it completely.
Her head began to move up and down, shaking incessantly, while the large penis in her mouth was swallowed and thrust in and out, with constant "slurping" sounds. The large penis thrust in and out of her small mouth, making Xiangping's cheeks ache and numb.
Occasionally, she would spit out the glans, her small, delicate hands tightly gripping it, rubbing and kneading the large penis against her pink face.
"Oh...so good...so comfortable...you slut...you really know how to play...your big penis is so tingly...so tingly...faster...stop rubbing...uh...I'm going to...I'm going to cum..."
The man's legs twitched with pleasure, his penis erect, his eyes bloodshot and frighteningly red, his hands pressing down on Xiangping's head, his large penis rapidly thrusting in and out of her vagina. Xiangping cooperated with his thrusting penis, her hands working even harder up and down on it, her small mouth sucking fiercely on the glans and urethral opening.

"Oh...oh...I came...oh...it feels so good...oh..." The man thrust his hips a few times, his whole body shuddered, and he ejaculated in bliss...

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