Long drought meets dew

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My name is Tom, and I'm a social worker. I live alone in Yau Ma Tei. I divorced my wife six years ago. Although I'm only 32, my work and experiences have given me a deep understanding of the world. I always thought nothing could surprise me, until something happened two months ago that truly surprised me.

Four years ago, I received a case involving a marginalized youth. Because it was close to summer vacation and usually quite busy, I was assigned to a housing estate in Tin Shui Wai to get to know the client.

After dinner, I went to "Cheung's house." The father worked as a security guard in Kwai Chung, and the mother met Mr. Cheung in Shanghai sixteen years ago. After getting married and having a child, they applied to settle in Hong Kong. Their daughter was initially well-behaved, but later she became acquainted with some triads and often hung out on the streets. She dropped out of school and now rarely comes home. Two weeks ago, she almost faced formal charges for assault, and her parents were very worried, so they sought help from a social worker.

Mr. Cheung was a bald man who was always smoking. He looked to be about sixty years old and in very poor health. He said he had no money for medical treatment. Mrs. Cheung was a plump woman, not yet forty, with very fair skin and fairly sweet features; she must have been quite a beauty in her youth. Mrs. Cheung gave birth to her daughter, Chi-man, when she was twenty. Looking at photos, the sixteen-year-old Chi-man really looked exactly like her mother, except she was much thinner. She was undeniably a little beauty, with long hair, big eyes, and a very refined appearance. How could I have imagined she was so wicked?!

That evening, during my home visit, I couldn't find Chi-man, so I followed Mrs. Cheung's instructions and rode my motorcycle to her usual haunt in Tai Po. I happened to arrive at the karaoke bar and saw her arguing with her boyfriend. I lit a cigarette and watched.

"I won't agree to anything with you. Give up! We're over!" Chi-man said.
"You eat my food, live in my house, use my things. If you want to leave, where can you go?" the bald, tattooed man said.

"If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have made me work as a prostitute. I'm different from them; I won't be fooled by you!"

"You old hag! It's not that cheap. You've been eating and staying here for over a month. Even if I don't hold you accountable for the fun, you still owe me at least 20,000. Pay me back now!"

"You're so clingy! It's pointless for me to tell you!" With that, she turned and left. At this moment, it was clear that Zhimin was indeed a graceful young woman. Standing at five feet six inches tall, her skin was as white as her mother's, with long black hair. She wore a tight-fitting short dress that revealed her slender, beautiful legs. Zhimin, who was more mature than her actual age, didn't look like she was only sixteen at all.

At that moment, her boyfriend violently pulled Zhimin away. She cried, "Let go! Let go!"
I was about to step in to help when Zhimin pulled out pepper spray from her handbag and sprayed it in her boyfriend's face. Caught off guard, the man immediately covered his face and wiped his eyes, yelling, "Help! Help!"

Zhimin immediately ran towards me. Seeing two men running out of the karaoke room, I jumped onto my motorcycle and shouted to her, "Zhimin! Over here!" At first, she flinched, but then, seeing her pursuers, she ran up to me and looked me over. I said,

"I'm social worker Tom. I had arranged to visit you at home tonight!" Zhimin knew I was telling the truth, so she jumped onto my motorcycle, put her arms around my waist, and I immediately drove away.

Yes, it was quite dramatic. Reality is very similar to the movies, except that running can't outrun a motorcycle!

Back in Tin Shui Wai, after parking, I talked to Chi-man in the park to understand her psychology. Initially, she was reluctant to reveal anything, only saying the polite things one would say to a social worker. I found her very intelligent; she understood what I wanted to hear and said it accordingly. If it were another social worker, hearing her say she knew she was wrong would have been enough to resolve the case. But perhaps I was attracted by her appearance, or perhaps it was because I was divorced and had nothing to do at home, but I wanted to learn more about this case. Seeing

that it was still early and the weather was hot, I took her to a nearby coffee shop to chat. I tried to talk to her as a friend, without lecturing her, and she seemed to appreciate it. The proportion of sixteen-year-old cases is awkward, because they can no longer be treated as minors, but they are usually not mature enough to be treated as adults. However, Chi-man is mature in both appearance and thought, so treating her as a friend wouldn't be difficult.

"The reason for the divorce?! I think it's because we were classmates when we met, got married early, but later she worked at a big company, it was glamorous there, and the circles were different, so she quickly lost interest in me..." I rarely talk about my own affairs, but I wanted to let her down her guard and tell her my story so she wouldn't feel like a stranger to me.

"So... she initiated the divorce?!" Zhimin asked while drinking her coffee.

"Yes, at first I couldn't accept it, I was heartbroken for a while, but then I thought we were from two different worlds, and forcing things wouldn't bring happiness~" I said, head down, recalling the past. She said sympathetically,

"But letting go opens up a new world, doesn't it?" She gently patted my hand. I couldn't help but look at her differently. At such a young age, she knew how to say such things. I thought maybe she was like me, too precocious. Seeing through life too quickly is a bad thing.

As we talked, our roles reversed, and she became my listener. Perhaps because I didn't know her, I could say anything. Before I knew it, I had poured out all the pain that had been hidden in my heart. She also confided in me, revealing that her ex-boyfriend from earlier that night had only been with her for a month. They met at a nightclub, and several of her friends worked for him as escorts. Initially, he was very wealthy, often providing free food, drinks, and entertainment. After they started dating, she initially believed he was sincere because he never asked for anything, until tonight when he finally asked her to work as a prostitute.

From this, we talked about sex. She seemed quite knowledgeable about it. I asked her if she used protection, and she laughed, saying my professional instincts were kicking in. She said she was very good at protecting herself, always using condoms, and not giving herself to just anyone, because once given away, she was worthless. At that moment, I couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or saying what I wanted to hear.

Before I knew it, it was 11 pm. Although I was enjoying this time, she was, after all, my client, and a young girl; I couldn't let it get too late, so I took her home. Downstairs, I unconsciously lit a cigarette for her, then took one for myself. After she lit it for me, she laughed and said,

"You're really different from other social workers~" She said, smoking with practiced ease.

"Hehe~ To be honest, I've never been treated like this before..." I couldn't continue.

"Case? Client? It doesn't matter, I really am your case..."

"Yes, but you're different. It seems like you're the one comforting me more than I'm comforting you!" I said.

"It doesn't matter what you think of me. I don't see you as my social worker, I see you as my friend." I said, taking off my cigarette and turning to go upstairs. She suddenly turned back and said,

"Thanks for saving me tonight. You're okay. Just call me next time~" She then gave me her phone number, and I exchanged mine.

After she left, I felt a little lost. Although I was working on a case that night, I had a very pleasant time with Zhimin, almost like we were on a date. Thinking about this, I slapped myself on the head, realizing how outrageous my thoughts were!
Surprisingly, our conversation that evening seemed to have some effect on her. When I visited her home again a week later, Mrs. Zhang said that Zhimin had returned to school and seemed to be studying even harder than before. Zhimin is mature and intelligent; once she figured things out, there wasn't really anything wrong with her. But to prevent any unforeseen changes, I usually followed up for a while longer.

Mrs. Zhang was very hospitable and always invited me over for dinner, so we could talk while we ate. I always found Zhimin at home. I would usually talk to my parents alone, and then Zhimin and I would go downstairs for a walk and have a smoke. I learned that Zhimin had distanced herself from her old friends, and those troublemakers hadn't shown up anymore.

However, I noticed that Zhimin's attitude towards me had changed. She had gone from being straightforward and rude when we first met to being gentle and considerate, and even her dressing style had become more refined; she always wore floral skirts and sandals. Of course, I knew her intentions, but I was afraid she would misunderstand, so I had to explain clearly, but I was also worried about hurting her and causing her to revert to her old bad habits.

Since the situation hadn't worsened, I told Mrs. Cheung that Zhimin was mostly recovered and it was time for me to move on to other cases. Not wanting to disappoint Zhimin, I continued to text her frequently for a while after stopping home visits, and occasionally invited her for coffee. This method seemed to work; after six months, we had little contact anymore. I heard that Zhimin had excellent grades, graduated early, and was admitted to the Chinese University of Hong Kong.

The story then jumps to two months ago when I received a text from Zhimin saying that Mr. Cheung had passed away. I was shocked. Zhimin informed me of the funeral time and location, and I took some time to pay my respects.

At the funeral home, I found few people present, but I saw Zhimin come to greet me. Four years had passed, and Zhimin was no longer a young girl; she was a real woman. She didn't seem very sad and appeared quite spirited, perhaps because Mr. Cheung had been bedridden for many years, and his passing was a relief. Although I knew I shouldn't think this way, Zhimin, dressed in mourning clothes, looked truly beautiful—a great beauty.

Zhimin took me to see Mrs. Zhang, and I was shocked. Mrs. Zhang had lost a lot of weight, more than half her original size; it seemed she weighed less than 90 pounds! Mrs. Zhang looked very sad, and it was truly heartbreaking to see her like this. I thought about how my once plump, always smiling mother must have gone through a lot of hardship to become like this.

I didn't have much to do that evening, so I stayed a little longer, but by 10 pm there were no more guests. Zhimin said that everyone who was supposed to come had arrived, and the funeral home staff said everyone could leave and come back tomorrow. I had originally planned to say goodbye, but since Zhimin was an only child, I thought it would be better to take them home first, and Zhimin agreed.

It turned out they had already moved out of Tin Shui Wai. After graduating from university, Zhimin now worked at a bank and rented an apartment in Mong Kok to live with her mother. When we went upstairs, the first thing I saw upon entering was a bunch of stockings and underwear hanging on the back of the chairs. Zhimin awkwardly and hurriedly tidied them up, and seeing these things, I couldn't help but imagine what she was wearing...

At home, Mrs. Zhang was clearly much calmer. After serving tea, she chatted and laughed with me, talking about Zhimin's past. I still couldn't believe that the person in front of me was that overweight mother. To ease the atmosphere, I said,

"Mrs. Zhang has lost a lot of weight and looks very young. You and Zhimin look like sisters!" Mrs. Zhang covered her face to hide her embarrassment, but she was indeed in a better mood. Zhimin then said, "That's true. When we go out, many people don't believe she's my mother."

"Zhimin, don't talk nonsense. Don't make Tom laugh."
"Haha, don't call me brother anymore... Mrs. Zhang, you're not even eight years old yet and you already have a twenty-year-old daughter. How happy you are! I'm still single. I'm really ashamed."

Mrs. Zhang asked enthusiastically, "Tom, aren't you dating?" I glanced at Zhimin and saw her avoid my gaze, so I replied,
"Yes... I'm always busy. I don't have time to date." To be honest, I haven't been with a woman for six years. I'm really dry. Social workers don't have off-duty hours. Who knows what's on my mind?

"You two chat for a bit, I'm going to my room to change." I wondered if Zhimin was afraid of being embarrassed.

Mrs. Zhang seemed very concerned about this topic. After her daughter went to her room, she asked softly, "Tom is a grown man, it's impossible that you haven't been with a woman for so long, right?! Don't you want to?"

I blushed, but as a social worker, I shouldn't avoid the topic of normal sexual needs, so I said, "Hehe~ Mrs. Zhang is so direct... I'm usually the one asking such pointed questions... Of course I want to, but it still happens when the time comes~" In the past, when Mrs. Zhang was like a plump mother, I felt very natural saying these things, but now she looked like a woman about my age, and it felt very awkward to talk about these things, so I didn't say anything more.

After Zhimin changed her clothes, she told her mother that she was going out for drinks with me and told her not to wait for the door. We then rode my motorcycle to a bar in Tsim Sha Tsui. Years later, she was hugging me from behind again. Today, her breasts were obviously much more developed, and combined with the previous conversation and seeing her underwear, I couldn't help but have a slight reaction. Fortunately, she didn't notice.

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone relaxed. Zhimin said she needed to focus on her career, prioritizing work and taking care of her mother, so she wasn't thinking about dating anymore. She even joked that she used to have a crush on me.

"I always knew," I said.

"Nonsense!! How could that be?!" she said firmly.

"You have no idea how obvious it was back then. You always spoke to me softly and sweetly, and you often wore those cute short skirts," I said.

Zhimin covered her face and said, "Really?! How embarrassing~ Ugh~ Don't say anymore."

"And you? Is it really true, like you just told my mom, that you're not dating?" she asked.

"I already said no, why would I lie to you? I wasn't pursuing you, no means no~" I replied.

"Really?! Then why didn't you pursue me? Am I not pretty?" Zhimin asked, half-drunk.

"Of course you look good, you don't need me to tell you, right? I bet a lot of men are pursuing you... Anyway, you were too young before, and you were my only case, and now..."

Zhimin asked, "What do you mean now? Why don't you continue? My dad just passed away... right?" At this point, Zhimin started to cry. I didn't know what to do, and seeing her like this, I said, "Don't think about these things, let's drink some more, okay?"
After a few more rounds of drinks, Zhimin finally got drunk, so I carried her on my back and called a taxi to take her home. She woke up for a while in the car, looked at me closely, and said,

"Have you been thinking about kissing me for a long time?" She was always so smart and proactive. At this moment, I was also mostly drunk, and I didn't care about anything else. After all, I had suppressed it for many years, and without saying a word, I kissed her. I had longed for this for so long, and this moment was so gratifying. Although her saliva had a bit of an alcohol smell, it was still full of girlish fragrance.

We kissed passionately in the car for a while, and my penis was already hard, but then she suddenly fainted again.

I carried her upstairs, holding her buttocks under her skirt, keeping my penis erect. Luckily, no one was around. I found the key in her handbag, and carefully opened the door so as not to wake her mother. After putting her on her bed, I closed her bedroom door.

I checked my watch; it was already past one o'clock, but my penis was still erect. I couldn't go out like this, so I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. In my drunken stupor, I mistakenly entered Mrs. Zhang's room. She woke up startled; the room was dark, but the neon lights from the street made it quite bright. Because it was getting warmer, I saw she was only wearing a red bra and panties, lying on the bed partially covered by a sheet, one of her fair thighs exposed. I quickly apologized and turned to leave, but Mrs. Zhang had already sat up and said,

"Tom?! Are you alright?!"

I turned back and replied, "I'm fine, sorry. Zhimin and I got drunk. I brought her home and put her to sleep. I was about to leave when I opened the wrong door!" Facing Mrs. Zhang, her curves were accentuated by the neon lights, creating a mesmerizing scene. Unaware that my erection was still visible in the sidelight, she noticed it.

Mrs. Zhang smiled at my crotch, without any embarrassment, and said, "Did Zhimin make you so happy?!" Following her gaze downwards, I immediately covered my swollen crotch with my hand, unsure how to react.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhang got out of bed and walked towards me, continuing, "...You still prefer seeing your old lady..."

What?! How could this mother I've known for so many years say such a thing? You can never truly know someone's heart, but I didn't know how to explain it, and at that moment I really didn't want to resist. As she got closer, I started to look at her from a different angle. She wasn't that fat housewife anymore; looking at her thinner silhouette, she was a mature version of Zhimin, without that youthful naiveté, replaced by mature charm.

Look at her breasts; because she used to be overweight, the accumulated fat meant that even though she was thinner now, her breasts were still full. I couldn't explain it, but the curves of her thighs and calves exuded the allure of a mature woman, and her snow-white skin glowed like fireflies in the darkness.

She knelt before me, gently stroking my erect penis through my trousers with her right hand, looking at me with lustful eyes. I thought I was drunk and dreaming; how could it suddenly turn out like this?!

Worried that Zhimin next door would discover us, I whispered, "Mrs. Zhang, please don't do this. Are you too heartbroken? Please stop..."

She completely ignored me, but I didn't push her away. Had I really been starved for too long?
"Her father has been impotent for many, many years, and today he's finally free. My tears are tears of joy. It's better to be a widow than a widow in name only..." As she spoke, she unzipped my trousers, gently releasing my throbbing penis.

My conscience strongly objected, but now, my penis felt much better.

"I just heard you say you haven't been with a woman for years, and I'm getting aroused. I was even fantasizing about helping you while I was sleeping..." She stared at my penis, admiring it, and bit her lower lip, whispering, "...It's very thick..."

I thought this was really perverted—how could I sleep with my friend's mother? But looking closely at the beautiful woman in front of me, only forty years old, the same age as my sister, truly in her prime, my eyes immediately became intoxicated. Seeing my change, Mrs. Zhang continued,

"Tom, you didn't stay in Zhimin's room tonight, so you two haven't started yet... Hmm... I've been itching all night. You're helping Mrs. Zhang out... We can have some private fun... Nobody needs to know..." As she spoke, she played with my penis, sniffed the glans, and said, "Hmm... It smells so manly..."

A very sweet way of putting it... I muttered to myself, "...Just having some fun in private...Nobody needs to know..." At that moment, the alcohol made my willpower extremely weak.

"Just think of it as two people needing physical release...please each other...ah~suck..." Before I could answer, she had already taken my penis into her mouth. I felt an electric shock-like pleasure, and I couldn't resist at all. Seeing that I didn't resist, Zhang Tai sucked on it diligently and forcefully, as if she was afraid that my penis would fly away.

Although she hadn't done this for many years, her oral skills were really superb. Of course, it could also be that I had been too dry for a long time. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every friction between my tongue and my penis. The comfortable feeling made the back of my head numb. I enjoyed it like this for a long time.

Having crossed the line, I had no more restraints. I took the initiative, helping Zhang Tai up from her kneeling position. I gazed at her face up close, feeling an indescribable liking. Being with her felt like being with Zhi Min at the same time. Under the neon lights, this woman was so beautiful. I initiated a kiss, which excited her even more. She lingered with my tongue and caressed my entire body with her hands. I touched her soft, plump thighs for the first time. Ah!! They were so much more wonderful than those of a young girl!!!

As we kissed, Zhang Tai couldn't resist taking off my clothes. I, however, preferred her wearing only a bra and panties. She seemed to understand my feelings, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs, letting me admire the wet patch on her panties. So I crawled to her panties and found that most of them were already soaked. Wow~ How could this woman be so lustful!

I wanted to savor every moment, so I sniffed there. It was a pungent, strong scent of her vaginal fluids. It seemed she hadn't lied; she must have been fantasizing all night. I kept sniffing, and with each sniff, her secretions helped my penis grow larger. In the end, I couldn't resist licking her until I stopped. When I took off my panties, her labia were still dripping with long, copious amounts of vaginal fluid, and the inside of my panties was already covered in white discharge.

Completely losing my senses, I obsessively ate all the fluids on my panties into my mouth. Seeing my affection, Zhang Tai pulled me up and kissed her, exchanging her own vaginal fluids between our mouths, and finally drinking it all herself like fine wine.

Having been deprived of sex for so long, we were like wild dogs in heat, treating each other's parts as treasures. I spent five minutes just sucking on her full breasts, and then she, not to be outdone, licked my anus, a sensation that gave me a thrill.
"Mrs. Zhang is so good, she's willing to do anything. A young girl isn't willing to do anything, what's the fun in that~"

"Don't call me Mrs. Zhang anymore, my Tom brother, call me Xiao Yu, okay~" We kissed again while saying sweet words.

"Okay~ Xiao Yu!! Tell Tom brother that he's been fantasizing about how I'll treat you all night~" I said as I inserted my fingers into her vulva, and I put the occasional vaginal fluid that flowed out into my mouth and ate it.

Zhang Tai saw all of this, and the pleasure in her lower body almost made her speechless: "Ah~ ya~ oh~~~~ I... I was thinking about you... inserting..." she said as she swayed her hips.

"Insert where? You have to tell me!" I teased.

"Ah~ ya~ inserting into my... my vagina~" she whispered hoarsely in my ear.

"With what? Fingers?!"

"Oh~~ oh~ with... with a penis... I want a penis to insert!" she said coquettishly.

"Okay, I'll grant your wish..." I said, taking out my fingers and placing her perfect, fleshy legs on my shoulders. I aimed my already hard penis at her labia, but she blocked me with her hands, saying, "Ah~ Ah~ I wasn't serious... Condom... You need a condom..." As a social worker, I, being a normal and rational person, understood safe sex, but this beautiful woman had only been with one man. In my infatuation, I had already forgotten all that, saying,

"Xiao Yu, we haven't had sex in years, don't be afraid..."

"Ah~ It's not about that... I've only been with one man too... But... it's dangerous today..." Hearing her say she was ovulating, I inexplicably wanted to have sex with her even more, so I said,

"I don't care, you're the one who started this fire... Come on, take it..."

"Ahhhhhh, no, I'll get pregnant..." Though she said this, she actually let go of my hand, and I took advantage of the situation, thrusting my entire penis inside her. Her wet, slippery vagina was easily filled, and intense pleasure coursed through both of us:
"Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she cried out. I immediately covered her mouth with my hand to prevent waking Zhimin. Zhang Tai understood, biting her lower lip, but her eyes had already rolled back...

After penetration, Zhang Tai became more proactive, constantly swaying her hips to match my thrusts. We became one, so blissful. I released her legs, pressing her knees down for leverage, increasing the force of each thrust. She was even more excited, and to avoid crying out again, she pressed her mouth to mine, kissing me passionately.

After thrusting in this position for several minutes, I noticed she was beginning to climax, so I immediately stopped and said to her, "Ah...ah...it's too early...I want you to...be excited for a little longer..."

Mrs. Zhang was indignant but also compliant, softly replying, "Ah~~~I love you, brother~~~You're so naughty! You're killing me..." Saying this, I helped her up and led her to the window. We were on the sixth floor, so people below couldn't see us. I had her press her hands against the windowpane, sticking her buttocks up, and I entered her from behind.

Entering from behind brought a different kind of pleasure. Although her buttocks, left over from her weight gain, were much thinner, they were still full, forming a beautiful curve with her slender waist, just like her plump thighs and long calves. This strong contrast created the body of a true woman.

I thrust in and out from behind, each thrust bounced off her round buttocks, feeling incredibly good. Mrs. Zhang felt even more intensely, biting her fingers to stop herself from crying out. The angle was beautiful. I snapped out of my daze and saw myself making love to this mature, married woman. Far from regretting it, my lust intensified; I wanted to possess Zhimin's mother. It turns out that making love to someone I never expected to do is incredibly exciting!

I thrust repeatedly, and feeling her approaching climax, I interrupted her, asking, "Ah~ ah~ ah~ ah... From refusing... to do it with you... to now... needing to do it with you... it's all because of your magic... ah~ ah... my love~~"

"Ah~ Ah~~~ Don't say that anymore... I'm about to cum... Isn't that right... You didn't want it just now... Why are you... so desperate..." Mrs. Zhang turned around and said to me.

"Ah~ Ah~ You're still the same... Didn't you not allow me to put it in... Why are you enjoying it so much now... Ah~" Mrs. Zhang thought that her dream had really come true at this moment, and suddenly her vaginal muscles tightened, she was about to climax. I pulled out again and said:

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ It's not time yet... Come... Let's go to bed..." Although I said that, at this moment, my sexual desire that I had suppressed for many years had been released to some extent, but the fire was still burning.

"Oh...ah...good brother...I beg you...give it to me...please let me go..."

"Baby~you know...the longer you delay the climax...the stronger the reaction...I...will give you what you've lacked for years...a guaranteed reward..."

We lay on the bed, the whole room filled with our erotic scent. I had her sit on top of me, but as soon as she sat down, I realized that this angle was closest to her uterus, and the pleasure went straight to my brain, her body immediately twitching twice. I ignored her and frantically thrust into her, gripping her waist tightly and using force to make her clitoris rub against my pelvis, the part of her body most prone to orgasm. With her vagina being penetrated, Zhang Tai had already entered an extended orgasm.

I saw her hold her breath, her eyes rolled back, her breasts swaying up and down, her hot labia squeezing my penis tightly. This lewd scene dazed me. I only felt my testicular muscles contract and the pressure in my genitals increase. I gripped her thighs and thrust faster. Suddenly, her body arched backward, and she couldn't help but let out a soft, lewd moan:

"Wow...ah!!!!!!!!!" Her labia tightened, and I could no longer hold back. I thrust upward, ejaculating wave after wave of hot semen:
"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!" My vision went black, my mind went blank. The hot semen shot into Zhang Tai's body, extending her orgasm. Her body convulsed like she had epilepsy.

After a pause, we both gasped for breath for a long time. I pulled my penis out, and a large amount of semen flowed from Zhang Tai's vagina, soaking the sheets. I realized then that I'd been too busy and hadn't masturbated for over a week, so I had a lot of semen.

Mrs. Zhang took a few minutes to recover, then immediately came over and hugged me, saying, "Mmm... thank you, Tom, it felt so good... really... I've never had such an orgasm before... thank you!"

I hugged her and pulled her under the covers to rest, replying, "Xiao Yu... I should thank you even more... if it weren't for your suggestion... that we enjoy sex, I would have just masturbated at home tonight..."

"I only said that because I was horny, you're not laughing at me, are you?!" Mrs. Zhang said.

"I'm serious, six years of repression have all vanished... wow... that feels so good." I said. Afterwards, we hugged and rested for a while, and she whispered in my ear, "Tom... you can come to me whenever you need to release."

Around 3 a.m., I quietly got up, dressed, and seeing 'Mrs. Zhang' sleeping so peacefully on the bed, I quietly left. Before leaving, I went to check on Zhimin in her room. Seeing that she was the same as before, I felt truly relieved and left

. In the early hours of the morning, on the way back, I felt incredibly refreshed, as if I had been reborn. I never imagined that the power of sex could be so great.

The following weekend, Zhimin asked me out. Although she had said she prioritized her career, that kiss that night seemed to be proof of our love. After Mrs. Zhang's "treatment," I became more open-minded. Since fate had arranged for Zhimin to like me, and I liked her, we would be together, regardless of our age difference, just like Mrs. Zhang and I. Zhimin noticed my changes completely, but she told me that somehow, since that night, her mother had also become more cheerful, completely changed, and dressed much younger, wearing makeup, short skirts, and high boots.

After we started dating, we often went back to her house. Mrs. Zhang would cook for us. She told me that she didn't object to our relationship because she loved the two people she loved most together. At first, Mrs. Zhang only saw me as her future son-in-law, but from her attire in front of me, the occasional glimpse of her underwear in her short skirt, and her lustful eyes, I quickly knew what she was thinking.

I remember that night I finally slept with Zhimin. Mrs. Zhang happened to be out, and when she came back, she saw me walking out of Zhimin's room alone. She wasn't jealous; instead, she walked up to me and whispered in my ear,

"Good brother... you can't be biased. You have to love your mother too, even if you love your daughter~" Although she was joking, it stirred up my desire for both of us.

Just this morning, Zhimin was going to Shanghai for a two-day internship. She told me to have lunch with her mother, which I gladly accepted. But how could she have imagined that after lunch, I would have a sex battle with her mother in bed? I'll be staying here for the next two days to "take care" of her mother and even sleep with her!

Later, it was said that

I, Tom, am a super good son-in-law in front of everyone.

Speaking of which, I started dating Zhimin two years ago. Our relationship started entirely because of that night when her mother slept with me, which made me more open-minded and able to accept Zhimin's love. I haven't talked about how I started things with her. It all started the night I spent time with Mrs. Zhang, also known as Xiao Yu.

The following weekend morning, I received a call from Zhi Min. At first, I was worried that she would find out about my relationship with her mother, but thankfully her cheerful tone put me at ease:

"Tom, I called specifically to thank you for taking care of me that night..."

"Don't mention it. I didn't really take care of you much. I just took you home." I said.

"But I was really bad that night, I got so drunk, I made a fool of myself!"

"It's nothing serious, you just passed out, don't worry, it was really no trouble at all..."

Zhimin continued with some polite words, and finally said, "Anyway, I have to thank you. Are you free today?"

I thought to myself, since that night my mood has been much better, and since I was free today, I said, "Yes, I am!"

"Then, I'll treat you to dinner, but I'm still working at the bank right now, come find me for dinner this afternoon!"

When I arrived at the Central Bank headquarters, I waited for a while and saw Zhimin come down, but I almost didn't recognize her, because she was wearing makeup that day, a tight black business suit, a short skirt, black stockings, and black high heels, very dignified yet very feminine. From that moment on, my perception changed. The person in front of me was no longer that sixteen-year-old girl, but a mature, real woman.

Looking at her fair face, delicate skin, light green eyeshadow, pink lipstick, and the way she spoke, I realized she was the same person I'd been passionately infatuated with that night. She really resembled her mother, only thinner and more youthful. Perhaps for this reason, I couldn't help but steal glances at her slightly smaller breasts than my mother's, and her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings.

It was still early, so we went to a coffee shop to chat. Every time a man passed by, he couldn't help but stare at Zhimin, and I felt a strong sense of superiority, naturally trying my best to please her.

"Tom, why are you always staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?!" How could this gentle and elegant beauty before me be the same street kid I used to be?!

"No, I was rude... It's just that you're really beautiful. I told myself not to stare, but I just couldn't help looking... I'm sorry..."

Zhimin chuckled after hearing this, and immediately lowered her head to cover her mouth with her heart, like a Japanese girl. She said, "Don't tease me, I won't fall for it. It's not like you've never seen me before... But, I'm happy to hear that. Thank you..."

Any man would like a woman who knows how to talk, I thought to myself.

After chatting for a while, Zhimin suddenly glanced at her watch and asked me, "Are you still not hungry?"

"I just had coffee, it's alright, what's up?" I said.

Zhimin immediately got up, moving quickly, and when she spread her legs, I could see the depths under her skirt. I couldn't help but glare at her again, but she didn't seem to notice. She said, "Come on, let's go see a movie, okay?!"

As she suggested, we took a taxi to the Mong Kok Cinema Centre. After entering, I realized we were watching an erotic film. From the very beginning, a couple was having sex completely naked. I was startled, but when I turned around and saw Zhimin watching intently, I had to pretend to be calm. The plot was about two girls who fell in love with the same man. Later, the two girls discovered each other and started arguing. One of the girls, to humiliate the other, tied her up and forced the man to kiss her all over. Unexpectedly, after a while, they became aroused, so they simply untied each other and started having sex seriously.

By then, my genitals were already throbbing violently. I noticed that Zhimin's face was flushed, and she kept crossing her legs. Even though the movie was playing, I could clearly hear the rustling of her stockings against her thighs. I no longer paid attention to the plot; I was completely captivated by those sexy, alluring, plump legs.

After a while, Zhimin noticed and leaned closer to me, whispering, "The screen is over there, why are you only looking this way..." I didn't know how to answer, so I just kept looking back.

Interestingly, I noticed that Zhimin was particularly interested in the scenes involving two women having sex. Seeing her breathing rapidly, her thighs tightly pressed together, and her biting her lower lip, I had a bad feeling. I

barely managed to get through the whole movie. My genitals were throbbing and contracting, going through it dozens of times. I was drenched in sweat when I left. As I left, I looked at her beside me, but she was laughing and joking as if it were nothing unusual.

For dinner, we chose a Japanese restaurant. I didn't want her to spend money, but Zhimin insisted on treating me to the best, so I couldn't refuse. The restaurant had a great atmosphere, and she ordered a lot of delicious food, as well as a large bottle of sake. I ate and drank, completely forgetting about the strange incident from earlier.

However, after drinking the second bottle of sake, Zhimin suddenly said,

"Tom, actually, besides thanking you for taking care of me tonight, I also have something to ask..."

"Oh?! Really? Just tell me what it is..."

"Hmm... how should I put it... well, actually, my mother wants me to get married early and have children for her to enjoy, but right now I want to focus on my career, so I can't..."

I said, "That's alright, you're only twenty, it's still early! What's the rush! Even if you want to have children, in today's society, it won't affect your work~"

"That's right, that's what I said too, but she kept talking about it from morning till night, I couldn't do anything about it."

"Hmm, I understand... but how can I help you?"

"I was thinking... could you pretend to be my boyfriend?!" Zhimin said, blushing.

"Pretend??!! But... is it necessary? You're so beautiful, finding a boyfriend shouldn't be too difficult, right?" My heart sank, realizing she wasn't interested in me after all.

"You know, the banking industry may seem very advanced, but the people inside are still quite conservative. They always want you to be like them to feel at ease..." I was getting more and more confused, and before she could finish, I asked,

"Zhimin, I really don't understand what you're talking about..."

"Tom, do you know why I took you to see that movie?"

I was starting to understand, but I wasn't sure. I stared blankly at her as she continued, "...For the past few years, I've been waiting for you, deliberately avoiding all dates with guys, only spending time with girls. Gradually... I gradually realized that I actually like girls..."

As a social worker, I've seen a lot, and today she shocked me again. I forced a smile and said, "This... this is nothing. Whether you like men or women, these days..." "It's not the same... But didn't you live with that nightclub guy before...? How come..."

She laughed and said, "Back then, I didn't know what I liked. I just did what others did, but most of the time we would hug and cuddle. I've also tried it with girls back then... Yes, thinking about it, I actually quite liked sleeping with girls back then!"

I don't remember much of the rest of the conversation, only that I was convinced by her to be her boyfriend in public, attend some company parties, and occasionally have dinner at her house. When I left, I planned to take her home, but it turned out that her "boyfriend" was already waiting outside, taking her out for a late-night snack. The man's name was "Jackie," a British university graduate who worked at an advertising company. The most ridiculous thing was that she also embodied the image of a lesbian: short hair, black leather jacket, and skinny jeans. I glanced at her and couldn't help but laugh.

After getting home, I found that the weight that had been gone from my back had returned, my shoulders were always tight, and my head started to hurt again.

So, I did as we agreed. Zhimin promised that I would just pretend for a few months, and once her mother had moved on from the grief of her father's death, she would find an opportunity to tell her the truth. But I knew in my heart that this was unnecessary; she had no idea how promiscuous her mother was in bed!

What followed was a series of lies and charades. I would go to her house about two days a week, have dinner with her mother, and then stay in the living room pretending to be close to her. After a while, I would say I was going to see a movie, go downstairs to "hand over" to Jackie, and then go home alone. The worst part was that after a few times, I noticed that Mrs. Zhang was dressing more and more provocatively, and occasionally she would deliberately let me see what was under her short skirt! After a night of pretending with Zhimin that turned real, I was already burning with lust. Seeing the mature woman's beautiful legs and plump lower body was truly maddening.

Originally, I also planned to find Xiaoyu to relieve my desire, but seeing how much she liked me and Zhimin together, I didn't know how to bring it up or how to resume the relationship from that day. Furthermore, every time I went to her house, I was just an extra, staying only briefly before leaving. It wouldn't be right for me to just casually go to her house.

Thus, I enjoyed this "pretend double life" for three months, until that night—I remember it was Valentine's Day. Zhimin again asked me to come home with her after work to "act out" again. We went home at 6:30 because she had plans with Jackie for many different celebrations, so I only needed to stay until 8:00. However, when we got home, we didn't see her mother. We only found a note on the table that said, "Mom is very understanding on Valentine's Day. You two enjoy yourselves. I'll take care of myself and be back after midnight!"

We both breathed a sigh of relief after reading the note. I looked at Zhimin with a wry smile, and she gave me a grateful look.

I said to her, "Then why don't you call Jackie quickly so you can start celebrating earlier? It's okay, I should go!"

Zhimin nodded and excitedly dialed the number. Before leaving, I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Zhimin pouted and said, "I couldn't find her, I didn't get through!" I smiled and turned to leave, but she said behind me, "Anyway, I have nothing to do. If you're not busy, you can stay for a while."

I thought that going home wasn't about watching porn or masturbating, so I agreed.

"Zhimin, how are you? We're always busy filming, we haven't had time to ask how you've been." I said.

"You're great, you're so thoughtful."

"How's Jackie treating you?!"

"She's good, but she's always very busy, you know, the advertising industry is quite busy."

"Then I'm relieved." As she said this, Zhimin's eyes reddened, and she got up to massage my back, saying, "Don't talk about me~ You're always so good to me, it's really hard on you. I've never really appreciated how much you've done for me. Don't worry, I'll tell Mom soon!"

"To be honest, it wasn't that hard. I'm single, and having meals and strolling around with a beautiful woman like you isn't a big deal. Besides, I enjoy being with you and Mrs. Zhang!" I said with a wry smile.

"Don't say that, okay?! Saying that makes me feel like I owe you so much~" Zhimin said, crying softly.

"It's not that serious, is it?!" I said with a laugh.

"I really don't know how to repay you~" she said, looking down.

I tried to cheer her up by saying, "It's a pity you don't like guys, otherwise you could repay me by having a good time with me. You've shown me so much, but you've never actually done it, hahaha!"

But she said very seriously, "Do you like me?! When I liked you so much back then, you didn't do anything. Now it's too late!" As she said this, she cried even harder.

Feeling a pang of pity, I said, "Oh, I was just joking. I really like you; it's hard not to. We often hold hands and hug, and the more I get to know you, the more I like you. But it's okay, your happiness is my happiness. I really don't need you to do anything!"

Zhimin replied slightly, then said, "I'm sorry... I said too much..."

Knowing that continuing would only make things more awkward, I stood up and said, "Okay, that's enough. I'm leaving now. Have fun tonight... Happy Valentine's Day!" Without waiting for her reply, I opened the door.

But I heard her say, "If it's not too much, I'd be happy to give you oral sex... to make you feel good..." The last few words were so soft they were almost inaudible, so I pretended not to hear them, left, and closed the door.

I waited in the elevator for a while, but it never arrived. I imagined Zhimin kneeling on the floor giving me oral sex, her innocent face so wantonly enjoying my penis. Suddenly, my penis hardened, and a wicked thought arose. I turned back and knocked on the door.

Zhimin had originally planned to follow me out, so she quickly opened the door. We faced each other, grinning foolishly. I said, "Zhimin... okay... if it's alright..."

I went inside and immediately embraced Zhimin. Knowing her feelings, I could do whatever I wanted. I held her slender waist and was about to kiss her face. After knowing each other for so many years, we could finally take things a step further. I was so excited. Looking at her, dressed in tight-fitting business attire and black stockings, I really wanted to unwrap the gift quickly. But just as I was about to kiss her, she gently pushed me away and said,

"Tom, I can't... please understand..." With that, she pulled me by the hand and led me into her room.

I knew this place well. Every night after dinner, we would hide here for half an hour pretending to be intimate, but actually, I would play video games on my phone while Zhimin would use the computer to go online. This moment, this moment was completely different.

Zhimin locked the door and gestured for me to sit on the bed. She stood in front of the bed, took out a chair from the desk, and sat down facing me. First, she took off her peach-colored suit jacket, revealing a black camisole underneath. She puffed out her chest; her breasts, though not as full as her mother's, were still a C-cup. Her peach-colored suit skirt was clearly a size too small, pressing tightly against her hips and thighs, easily revealing her alluring thighs and the tops of her stockings. Zhimin pretended to squint, her expression serious, and crossed her left leg over her right, the stockings pressing tightly against her flesh, making it look even more rounded. She deliberately kept her legs tightly closed, leaving no gap, so even though I was lying on my back, I couldn't glimpse what was under her skirt.

She wanted me to wait, then slowly crossed her legs, and then gently parted her thighs, finally revealing her underwear! It was red too!! Such teasing started to arouse me, but her words only excited me more:

"Don't you like peeping under my skirt? You like looking at my private parts? How... do you like looking?" As she spoke, she spread her legs wide enough for me to clearly see her entire genitals. Underneath the stockings was a sexy little thong. I couldn't help but say,

"Jackie is so lucky, you specially wore this panty for her, I'm so jealous!"

Upon hearing this, Zhimin immediately pulled her skirt up a little higher, then moved back, lifting her legs and black high heels onto the chair. This M-shaped sitting posture could be described as the most beautiful curve in the universe. Plump thighs followed by slender calves, and as my eyes gazed at the curve of the high heels, my penis was already rock hard. I couldn't resist unzipping my pants, taking out my engorged penis, and while fiddling with it, I shifted my gaze to the other side where her thighs connected.

Although the inner thighs were covered by stockings, I could still clearly see the beautiful forest tightly wrapped in her panties. Those pubic hairs were more beautiful to me than any flower in the world. I kept stroking them, gradually speeding up, fantasizing about what her labia looked like inside her panties.

"Tom, is my body like you imagine? Have you... ever fantasized about me?"

"Much more beautiful than I imagined!!! I... I masturbate thinking about you before I go to sleep!"

"Really? Why are you fantasizing about me? Is it like this?" As she spoke, she placed her hands between her thighs, gently circling them on her panties, then rubbing them against her labia, and even tilting her head upwards, closing her lips and slightly sticking out the tip of her tongue. All of this had already driven me crazy. The thought that this slut masturbating in front of me was the little girl from back then made me feel my penis was already like an arrow on a bowstring.

"Still like this?!" As she spoke, Zhimin got up and climbed onto the bed, her head facing my genitals, and I also spread my legs open. The thing I'd been waiting for for years was finally about to happen. Zhimin gently grasped my penis with her hand, but didn't immediately start moving it. She said,

"It's been so long since I've touched this... Wow, it's so hard!" Then she put her nose to my penis and sniffed it, saying, "Hmm... It smells really strong!" I felt deeply embarrassed and looked back at her apologetically, but Zhimin suddenly opened her mouth and took my entire penis in, licking around the glans with her tongue. I felt like I was being electrocuted, but then I heard her say, "But it tastes so good!"

A warm, wet feeling enveloped my entire body. I looked down at Zhimin, her face flushed. Just as I had imagined, being enjoyed by such an angelic-looking slut was making me lose all reason. I gently stroked her long hair while swaying my hips to match her every thrust. Zhimin's oral skills were superb; she would occasionally roll her tongue around my penis in her mouth. I gradually lost all sensation and could only tilt my head back and close my eyes to enjoy it.

Seeing how much I enjoyed it, Zhimin was also infected by it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that her other hand had already slipped into her stockings and panties to caress me. She didn't know I could see this, so she wasn't just teasing me.

I couldn't help but say, "Zhimin...you want to feel good too, right? Let me serve you too?"

Upon hearing this, she immediately took her hand out of her pants and said between breaths, "No...I don't need it~"

Although Zhimin said this, when I lay my head back, I saw her jade hand slip back into her stockings and gently tease me, and between breaths, she gradually began to moan: "Plop~ Plop~ Plop~ Ugh!! Ah... Plop~ Plop~ Ah!" Her tongue gradually exerted more force, the speed of its movement increased, and the suction also increased. My head began to go numb, and my penis was already ready to be erect. I couldn't help but look at the oval face beneath me. At this moment, she was also looking at me, her eyes narrowed and full of desire, completely not just "to repay me" as she had said.

The small room was filled with the pungent smell of her genitals; it seemed she was ovulating that day, making her particularly aroused. I could hear the wet, squelching sounds of her masturbating, "squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak..."

The smell grew stronger, and I finally couldn't resist. I pulled out my penis, reached under her armpits, lifted her up, and placed her on the bed. Then I turned her around and straddled her stockinged thighs. She immediately cried out, "What are you doing?! No!! Didn't we agree on this?!"

Of course, I ignored her and buried my face in her vulva, licking it through her stockings and panties. At this distance, I could clearly smell Zhimin's erotic scent, with a slight fishy odor, yet I also found it very pleasant—what a strange feeling. Perhaps because of the stockings and panties, Zhimin only struggled a few times before relaxing and letting me enjoy her to my heart's content, saying very softly, "You...smell it for a while...don't go any further...ah...!!!!!"

Her moans came from me vigorously rubbing her labia with my fingers. I smelled and rubbed at the same time, then gently circled them with my fingertips, which made her feel both itchy and pleasurable. After a while, my lust intensified, and I reached out to pull down her stockings. She immediately woke up and pulled them back forcefully, saying, "No!!"

I had already succumbed to primal instincts, and forcefully pushed her hand away. The stockings were pulled down to halfway down her buttocks, and I said, "Come on, I beg you, just let me see, just one look is enough!!" Zhimin still cried out no, but she loosened her grip. I straightened her legs, so I could clearly see her naked lower body. I couldn't help but exclaim,

"Wow~~ So beautiful..." Thick pubic hair enveloped her full labia, which were already very wet, filled with white fluid, and a strong, erotic scent permeated the air. This was Zhimin's most private part, and I could finally see it. We had finally crossed the line from friends. At this moment, she looked at me with eyes that were both shy and pleading. I couldn't tell if she was begging me to stop or continuing, but my head had already plunged into that paradise. I pressed the entire piece of dough between her thighs, splitting her flesh with my hands, and devoured it greedily, swishing out thick streams of her vaginal fluid with my tongue. Zhimin didn't have time to react, repeatedly crying out, "No!!! No~ Stop, please!! Ah!!! Don't lick there...inside..."

I completely ignored her, instead adding a pair of fingers, slowly and gently inserting them into her vagina, while still teasing her clitoris with my tongue. After a few thrusts, Zhimin continued to struggle, but less than a minute later, the intense pleasure permeated her back, and she stopped struggling. I focused even more intently on maintaining the rhythm, because I knew that female pleasure required rhythm; the smoother the flow, the more pleasurable it was.

As I did it, I said gently, "Lick...baby...ah...we've already gone this far, so please enjoy...licking...okay?!" Zhimin, with her actions and intentions, casually pulled her stockings and panties down to her calves, allowing me more freedom of movement and greater pressure with my fingers. Soon I found her G-spot, and I pressed it repeatedly with my fingertips. She immediately felt it and cried out, "Wow!!!! Oh~~~~ there...ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Hmm~~~"

Her moans echoed my rhythm: "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Finally, even her waist twitched in sync with mine. I couldn't help but say, "It's so wonderful to see this side of you!!! Oh~~~" "I saw her breathing quicken, knowing she was close to climaxing. My penis hardened like an iron rod. Seizing the opportunity, I stopped and pulled down one of her stockings along with her panties. Her legs loosened, and her waist swayed. I picked up my penis and aimed it at her vulva, ready to insert it. She suddenly realized what was happening, carefully covering her labia, trying to pull away, saying, 'No!! Really no!!! Tom, you promised me...'

But my lust was burning fiercely. I pressed her down with my body, forcefully spreading her thighs. She screamed incessantly, but I ignored her and thrust in forcefully. Instantly, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea. The warm, moist sensation completely enveloped my penis, instantly calming my burning desire. Pleasure surged through my entire body!

Zhimin was still screaming, but as soon as my penis entered and we became one, she stopped struggling. From her eyes, it seemed that pleasure had overwhelmed her senses." I moved a few times, and the intense passion subsided slightly. Then I felt remorse. We were face to face; Zhimin still had tears in her eyes. I stopped. She looked at me with a bewildered expression. I said,

"Ah! Zhimin~ I'm sorry... I really... I..." My expression was full of remorse, which relaxed Zhimin a little. She pouted and lightly hit my head, saying, "You're so bad!!!" Hearing this, I intended to gently pull out my penis, but the friction as I pulled it out aroused Zhimin again. She let out a particularly loud moan: "Oh!!!!!!!!!!"

After I pulled out, looking into her eyes, surprisingly, her lips were pursed with desire, and she lightly bit her lower lip. I understood and tried to climb on top and penetrate her again. This time she didn't resist at all, even placing her hands on my shoulders. I slowly inserted myself so she could clearly feel each wave of pleasure. She closed her eyes, took a long, deep breath, and then exhaled, moaning... "Ahhhhhhh... good... ah..."

I began to thrust, initially slowly, but after a dozen or so thrusts, Zhimin became limp as silk, her waist swaying with mine. I then began to speed up, and she became even more aroused, her legs clamping around my waist, constantly moaning, "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

I was also incredibly aroused, doing these things with such a beautiful woman, my mind and body were completely satisfied. I kept moaning, "Ah! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

Driven by pleasure, I leaned in and kissed Zhimin. She no longer refused as before, and took the initiative to give me a wet kiss. I was overjoyed, constantly tasting her saliva and intertwining our tongues. We both felt that the kiss amplified the pleasure in our lower bodies tenfold! I kept swallowing her saliva, and she playfully said,

"Ah! Ah!... Why do you like kissing so much, and keep swallowing my saliva? Are you thirsty?!... Ah! Ah!"

I thrust hard, saying, "I love you so much~ I love all the fluids on your body!!!"

"Ouch~~ Don't say that, it's making me itchy inside~~" At this moment, Zhimin had transformed back into a cute and sexy girl.

I helped her up and made her kneel, then inserted myself from behind in a doggy style. Once inside, her reaction was even stronger; it seemed this was her favorite position. I continued to thrust hard, and she tilted her head back, asking to kiss me. Of course, I agreed, and at the same time, I took off her top, leaving only her short skirt wrapped around her waist, which looked even sexier!! She got excited, turned around, and took off my clothes too, then stuck out her buttocks waiting for me to enter. This Zhimin who liked being penetrated was simply a different person!!

We finally met in person, and I thrust into her hard, pressing her buttocks down to the very bottom with each stroke, while simultaneously grabbing her breasts from behind with both hands. As I thrust, I gently pinched her nipples, which excited her even more, causing her to actively sway her hips. After a while, I noticed her vagina was becoming increasingly wet and slippery, which felt wonderful. I sped up, saying,

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Baby~ You're getting wetter and wetter!!!! It feels so good!!!"

She said in a coquettish voice, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! It's all your fault~ You're making me feel so good... Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Harder~ Harder!!!"

I obediently thrust harder, her buttocks slapping against my thighs with a "slap! slap! slap!" sound, mingling with our moans of pleasure, filling the room with lust.

I gradually felt her lower body tighten, squeezing my penis tightly. This was her second time approaching orgasm. She remained silent, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, until she suddenly stopped, threw her head back, and screamed, "Whoa!!!!!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!"

The orgasm lasted for several seconds. I knew I was almost at my limit too. Even after her orgasm, I continued to thrust wildly, saying,

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Baby~ Do you like being fucked by me?!"

She went limp, and after catching her breath, she replied, "I love it!! Lover, please fuck my pussy harder!!" Her dirty words fueled my lust, and I felt my penis swell again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Wow!!! How did it get so big again!! It's killing me!! Oh~~~ I forgot... Men are so good..."

Hearing this, I felt a surge of pleasure, thrusting even deeper with each stroke, but saying, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Baby! Do you like being fucked by men?!"

She lowered her head, raised her buttocks, allowing each thrust to penetrate deeper into her vagina, her hair swaying as she murmured, "I love it~ I want a man!!!! Every night!!! Ah! How come... I just came, and now I'm having another one... Wow~~~~~~" Zhimin's series of orgasms was very rare, usually only occurring when she was extremely excited.

Thinking this, my lower body was gradually losing control; I knew I was about to explode. I stopped making a sound, and she gradually reached her climax, her breathing becoming rapid along with mine. I asked, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Baby, I'm coming! Can I cum inside?! Ah

! Ah! Ah!" Upon hearing this, she screamed, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh no! Today is dangerous!! Pull it out!!! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" But less than five seconds later, she said, "

Ah! Ah! If I'm pregnant, I

'm pregnant!! Cum, lover!!! Cum inside me!!!!!! I want your semen!!! Cum!!!!" Hearing this, I finally couldn't hold back anymore, and my lower body thrust forward: "Ah!!! ...

When I woke up, we were still hugging. She kissed me first. I glanced at my phone; it was already nine o'clock. I immediately asked anxiously,

"Oh no! We overslept! Didn't you have a date with Jackie?! I'm so sorry!!!"

To my surprise, Zhimin said, "It's okay, I already called her. I told her I wasn't feeling well tonight and wouldn't be going out."

I was naturally delighted, but I didn't dare to speculate, so I said, "Then... it means... we..."

She got up, put on her underwear and bra, and said, "You've been a fake lover for so long. Today is Valentine's Day, so let's be real lovers for a day, okay?"

Although I didn't want to hear the word "day," considering we still had several hours left, I didn't think too much about it and asked, "Great!! So what should we, as lovers, do now?"

Zhimin said, "I'm so hungry! Shall we go eat?" Then she took out a slip dress and high boots from the closet, and after changing, she looked incredibly sexy.

From the moment we went downstairs, Zhimin held my hand and walked gently beside me. I felt so happy! We went to a Western restaurant on the corner. Luckily, it was already late, so we didn't have to wait for a table and ordered a romantic set menu. During the meal, she still gently held my fingertips. I noticed her face was flushed after making love, and everyone in the restaurant looked at her with envy.

We ordered a bottle of red wine, and after drinking it, I became bolder and brought up some sexual topics: "Baby, it's been so long since you've tried a guy, how does it feel?"

She said with drunken eyes, "You're so naughty... talking about these things... um, it feels great, very... fulfilling~" Her face turned red as she spoke.

I said flippantly, "It's natural... a woman's body is designed to be with a man, isn't it?" These words might have reminded her of Jackie, and her expression suddenly darkened. I immediately apologized, saying,

"I'm sorry!! I misspoke, I must have been drunk~"

She shook her head and laughed, "No, no, you're right, but... let's not talk about that now, let's just enjoy tonight!!" I knew all too well how difficult it was for someone to change, and besides, one instance of physical satisfaction didn't mean anything.

After dinner, it was already 11 pm. We'd drunk a whole bottle of red wine, and we were both relaxed. Back home, she held me even tighter, and we kissed as we walked. Upstairs, we both understood each other perfectly; after closing the door, we kissed passionately without a word. My hands roamed under her skirt, playing with her just-dried panties, which were starting to get wet again.

Unlike last time, we caressed each other in the living room, and she even took the initiative to take off my pants and give me oral sex. She was completely uninhibited, letting me service her genitals without any pretense, and openly showing that she enjoyed it. We entangled for a while, and she deliberately didn't take off her bra, only her panties. She directed me to sit on a chair in the hall, and then she sat on top of me facing me, deliberately covering herself with her skirt. We hadn't tried this position before, but it allowed for the deepest penetration, and Zhimin rode her with abandon.

We continued trying different positions, moving from the hall to the bedroom. During this time, I ejaculated twice in her mouth and once more inside her. In the end, we both fell asleep naked under the sheets on the bed.

Around 1 a.m., Zhimin was still asleep. Knowing Valentine's Day was over, I quietly got up, changed, and left the bedroom. Just then, I bumped into Mrs. Zhang returning.

I remember Xiaoyu was dressed very conservatively that moment, in a black turtleneck silk blouse and light brown three-piece trousers. She looked much younger and thinner, but a far cry from her seductive demeanor that night. I had just woken up, my hair disheveled. She saw me come out alone and quietly closed the door, then nodded and smiled at me.

In her eyes, we had been together for months, and this wasn't the first time we had shared a room, but this time it was the most obvious. But her smile towards me wasn't just about her daughter's orientation; it held a deeper meaning. I stepped forward to say goodbye, but she gently took my hand and whispered in my ear with a laugh,

"Good brother... you can't be biased, you have to love your daughter and your mother too~"

Since that night, Mrs. Cheung and I hadn't had any more intimate moments, so her words startled me. I didn't know how to react for a moment, just grinning foolishly,

"Mrs. Cheung... I... don't joke about me like that..." Mrs. Cheung didn't say anything, just smiled, and slowly walked into her room, turning back to say,

"Whatever... take care, goodnight... Tom!" Her words were full of charm. Who would have thought that this woman was not long ago a plump housewife in Tin Shui Wai? How could she have become someone else so quickly!

I had just been fooling around with Chi-man for so long, my energy and spirit were exhausted, and my mind was in a mess, so I left without a word.

After that day, just as I expected, Zhimin reverted to her old ways. She would still invite me to her house for dinner every other day, but when it was just the two of us, she would keep her distance. Every night around nine o'clock, I would walk her downstairs and hand her over to Jackie. We never mentioned that day again.

Two months passed like this. In April, the temperature began to warm up. It was Friday night, and I knew I might have to send Zhimin away earlier because the weekend was coming, and she usually went to the movies with Jackie. But during dinner, I felt uneasy because I was sharing a room with two stunningly beautiful women, both of whom happened to be wearing short skirts.

Zhimin on the left was wearing a red mini-skirt and a light green fitted t-shirt, looking youthful and charming. Zhang Tai on the right was wearing a black sweater and a white mini-skirt, looking mature and sexy. I haven't had sex for months since last time. I've been so busy this week that I haven't even had time to masturbate. Now, in this small room, with two women I've both had sex with, I can only look but not touch. It's really testing my self-control.

What's worse, the weather has just warmed up, but it's still cool, so the air conditioning isn't on and the windows aren't open. All sorts of smells are easily detectable. I don't know who's ovulating right now, but the women's scent in the room is incredibly strong. Men are particularly sensitive to these things, and it's making it hard for me to breathe. During the meal, Zhimin didn't say much, but Mrs. Zhang was in a good mood, saying,

"Tom, where are you going with our Xiaomin later? It's the weekend, you don't have to work tomorrow, right?" Zhimin looked at me but didn't answer, so I said,

"I...we'll go see a movie...maybe, maybe we can get tickets?"

"Really?! Which movie?"

I hadn't thought of that and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Luckily, Zhimin came to our rescue, saying, "The James Bond movie, right, Tom?!"

I immediately replied, "Yes, yes, it's that 007 movie, it should be good..."

Mrs. Zhang chatted, "I haven't seen a movie in a long time either. I think the last time was with your dad... This new 007 doesn't look right at all."

I thought to myself, since I'm not going to see it anyway, I might as well watch it with you, hahaha, but of course I knew I couldn't say that, so I said, "Well, next time we won't go to the theater, we can rent DVDs and watch them with Mrs. Zhang, right?"

Zhimin nodded in agreement, but looked hesitant. Mrs. Zhang then said, "Don't be silly, you two can go on your date, don't worry about this old lady, hehehehe."

I felt sad, thinking that Mrs. Zhang was still very young, only in her early forties, just lacking in education. Otherwise, with her looks, she could still keep up with the times. So I said:

"Mrs. Zhang, you're so young, how could you be an auntie? To me, you look no more than thirty. Dressed like this today, you look very youthful!" I said, trying to cheer her up, but Zhimin ignored me and went to the bathroom.

Mrs. Zhang, while tidying up the food, laughed and said, "Tom really knows how to talk. Whether it's true or not, women love to hear it~" I got up to help tidy up, and after taking it to the kitchen, we sat down in the living room. Mrs. Zhang sat facing me, her legs crossed. Her white short skirt and snow-white thighs looked very beautiful together, and I couldn't help but glance at her a couple of times.

Mrs. Zhang brushed her hair behind her ear and said, "Tom, you must be very busy. Why do I rarely see you two hiding in your room?"

I understood what she meant and blushed. "This...we, you mean...?"

Mrs. Zhang said, "It's okay, we're all adults. Sex isn't something shameful. Tom, you're a social worker, why are you so shy?"

"Oh~ that's not what I meant...yes, we've been quite busy lately, everyone's been tired, so we mostly just eat, watch movies, and stuff like that..."

Mrs. Zhang continued, "You two aren't doing anything wrong, are you...is Zhimin too conservative?"

I really didn't want to talk about this, so I said, "No, we're fine...everyone's satisfied..."

She said, "Don't lie to me, you haven't done it in a long time either, I know how to read a man's expression..." As she spoke, she slowly put her leg down...

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