Happy sexual bliss, promiscuous, my female relatives

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Early summer in Beijing.

The streets of the capital are always so crowded. People pour out of buildings, leaving work, along with countless tourists and students in school uniforms carrying backpacks, forming several streams of people—some riding bicycles, some rushing to catch buses and subways, and some hurrying home on foot.

This is a street some distance from the bustling city center, yet it's also the heart of the city.

It's rare to find such a quiet place in the city center.

Tree-lined avenues, nestled among the trees, are rows of historic Russian-style villas. Bathed in the early summer sun, surrounded by lush greenery, the quiet amidst the bustling city, and the armed guards at the end of the street, it gives a sense of special stability and a touch of solemnity.

Along the streets planted with plane trees, the yellow leaves, like forsythia in full bloom, are particularly vibrant against the dark gray walls. The leaves flutter at the treetops, waving and soaring in large arcs, getting ahead of everyone else, and drifting quite a distance before landing.

This is a small, detached courtyard. Entering through the red-lacquered gate, you'll find a small courtyard filled with flowers. Every early spring, when the flowers are in full bloom, almost the entire courtyard is fragrant. A wounded tree leans charmingly against the wall, half its branches extending into the alley outside. In autumn, half the alley is filled with the rich scent of osmanthus, swarms of bees and butterflies dance among the blossoms, and birds sing joyfully on the clusters of flowers.

The courtyard's layout is symmetrical along two axes, based on a southern-style courtyard house, with two main rooms and two side wings on the east and west sides, and courtyards on the north and south sides.

It was early summer. Although the old chrysanthemums had bent branches and yellowed leaves, the new chrysanthemums were vibrant and ready to bloom. In the corner of the courtyard, red and white chrysanthemums contrasted, blue and yellow intermingled, each bloom like a cup or a plate. The whole courtyard was filled with the fragrance of herbs, keeping flies and mosquitoes away. A breath of this fragrance was invigorating, refreshing the mind and body, and bringing indescribable comfort.

The bedroom was furnished with antique furniture. The elegant wardrobe, armchair, and bookshelves were all made of mahogany. Two rosewood recliners and a marble-inlaid coffee table were covered with thick Persian carpets. There was also a grandfather clock that chimed a beautiful tune every quarter hour. With practice, one could tell the time by the length and content of the tune. The bedroom was neat and tidy, clearly the result of careful planning, giving the impression that the owner used it to while away the time.

Chen Feilong was still lying in bed at that time.

The setting sun streamed in through the window, its gentle warmth not at all glaring on his face, but rather as comforting as his mother's soft call to wake him when he was a child.

Although it was only early summer, the sun moved quickly, its rays soon falling on his pillow. The boy hadn't actually fallen asleep; he had just lay quietly for a while, seemingly lost in thought. Only when the sun left his face did he notice the darkening sky outside the window—it was time to go home.

Thinking of home, he leaped out of bed with the agility of a young man.

He quickly put on his trousers and shirt, which had been scattered around the bed, and soon stood before the large floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom.

His build was like that of countless ordinary young people he saw on the street—not tall, slender, and seemingly in the early stages of puberty. He had short, soft hair, a youthful face with a touch of boyishness, fair and handsome, with large, bright eyes, a straight nose, and slightly pursed lips, all combining to create a face with soft, gentle lines.

The boy turned around and looked around the room where he had spent the entire day. Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of reluctance washed over him as he prepared to leave. Those few glances seemed to lock all the impressions deep into his memory.

The bedroom was decorated in a style that was both antique and luxurious, yet warm and elegant. On the wall above the bed hung a large wedding photo of a middle-aged couple. The man was older, plump and refined, his black suit unable to conceal his protruding belly. His face showed signs of age, but he exuded an air of confidence and authority, like a high-ranking official. The woman wore a white wedding dress, her light makeup revealing only slight crow's feet around her eyes. Her bare shoulders and full figure radiated a noble and elegant presence, a picture of grace and poise befitting a wealthy lady.

Leaving the bedroom, a short walk along the corridor led to the living room. The living room was spacious, with excellent natural light thanks to its double-leaf doors. The antique furniture and large Western paintings on the walls enhanced the room's ambiance.

The women, who had been sitting in a circle, all stood up. Chen Feilong felt a wave of dizziness, as if he were seeing celestial maidens descending to earth; his eyes widened. They

were all dressed in matching cheongsams and high heels, their hair styled in elegant updos—some dignified, some graceful, some youthful. He knew this was the result of their discussion; in the past 24 hours, the women had indulged in their primal beauty and unrestrained desires, and now, about to part with their young lovers, they all wanted to preserve a beautiful image. The women gazed at the boy, their eyes filled with such deep affection that they almost swallowed him whole.

"Cough...cough..." The boy approached the women, his eyes already overwhelmed by their allure. Tall or voluptuous, their curves, accentuated by the same cheongsams, were irresistibly alluring. More importantly, he felt completely enveloped in tender affection. He longed to be like a fish swimming in the arms of his lover, feeling their deep love, just like before. But today, they had to say goodbye, leaving the boy and women filled with sadness and reluctance.

Yao Shufeng was the first to approach the boy.

Every time she saw his slender figure, a surge of emotion would well up within her. Today was no different, from the moment he stepped into the living room.

For the past few years, whenever she was with him, her emotions would overflow.

Yao Shufeng couldn't explain why seeing him always stirred such a feeling within her.

At first, it was just a warm current slowly creeping from her heart to every part of her body. If the boy glanced at her, Yao Shufeng's heart would skip a beat, and a warm current would surge in her chest. If this was followed by a meaningful smile or a gentle approach, Yao Shufeng would feel emotions swirling uncontrollably within her, the warmth spreading and her breathing quickening, an alluring blush rising on her face. When the boy pulled her into his arms, and a certain part of her body was caressed and kissed, Yao Shufeng would be completely overwhelmed by emotions, losing herself in them.

Even when she hadn't seen the boy in the office, if she couldn't help but think of him during a moment of leisure, emotions would surge within her. As she pondered these thoughts, a blush would slowly creep onto Yao Shufeng's mature and beautiful face. When the longing intensified, she would unconsciously moan softly, her beautiful cheeks flushing slightly. In the heat of passion, she would feel a warmth in her lower body, as if something was about to emerge.

Yao Shufeng was often moved by her own emotions, truly believing that a woman's heart never grows old, and her body never ages.

Because of these emotions, Yao Shufeng genuinely felt like she had returned to her youth, as if she had returned to a time when she no longer clearly remembered her youth.

Today's emotions were different from usual.

Before the boy even smiled, merely a fleeting glance of admiration from him, Yao Shufeng felt her blood rush through her body.

This surge compelled her to get closer to him, even to the point of wanting to embrace him.

And then there was her attire today; Yao Shufeng wanted to see the familiar infatuation in the boy's eyes, because of this cheongsam, because of these high heels.

Half an hour ago, when Yao Shufeng suggested everyone wear cheongsams, Zeng Tingshan muttered softly, "Why cheongsams again?" She thought young people wearing cheongsams already lost half their elegance; in her opinion, it was better to just wear any dress.

"Sister Shaohan said that Long'er loves cheongsams the most," Yao Shufeng said softly.

Once Xia Shaohan's name was mentioned, no one had any further objections.

Because the boy had often told her he loved seeing her in a cheongsam, Yao Shufeng was well aware that she couldn't possibly have a slim waist and flat stomach like Zeng Tingshan. Weight gain as she aged was inevitable, but when she was wrapped in a tight-fitting cheongsam, her figure flaws were subtly concealed, while her voluptuous features were accentuated.

So Yao Shufeng approached her man.

Not only because she was the oldest among the man and woman, but also because she felt she needed to maintain order before any emotional outbursts could spread. She knew everyone was watching her.

A dark red Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam with a phoenix pattern.

Her full, high breasts bulged within the cheongsam.

Her legs, exposed at the slit, were encased in flesh-colored sheer stockings, and she wore matching red high heels.

Her plump, rounded buttocks were taut and shapely within the dark red Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam. The tall and imposing Yao Shufeng possessed a full, mature, and alluring figure. Her body swayed gracefully beneath her cheongsam as she moved, exuding charm.

A closer look revealed her delicate hands, smooth skin, and refined demeanor; she radiated an air of elegance and nobility, like a noblewoman stepping out of a medieval European oil painting. Her

two slender, snow-white legs were exposed from the slit of her cheongsam as she walked, the skin beneath her flesh-colored sheer stockings incredibly white, shimmering with an alluring pink in the sunlight. Her full thighs and the lace trim of the stockings were subtly revealed, and paired with red high heels, she appeared so graceful, noble, virtuous, and elegant.

Up close, observing this tall, mature, and elegant woman, the only thing that betrayed her age was her hair, pulled back in a bun. Gone was the jewel of her youth; a large portion had turned silver, but its thickness prevented any sign of dryness. The high bun accentuated her still fair and radiant skin, and the faint crow's feet around her eyes did nothing to diminish the mature beauty and allure she exuded.

The boy's gaze, which had been wandering just seconds before, was now captivated by the woman's presence.

Yao Shufeng instantly noticed the admiration

in his eyes. She was all too familiar with this kind of admiration; whenever she was with him, it was like a net, ever-present.

But today, this admiration was tinged with his infatuation, and Yao Shufeng couldn't help but be pleased by it.

The boy and woman stood face to face.

Yao Shufeng was a head taller than the boy, her lowered gaze meeting his.

Yao Shufeng knew very well...

The boy admired his own elegance in the cheongsam and was captivated by his own height.

Speaking of her height, Yao Shufeng, however, felt a different kind of emotion.

In this country, the South and North differ greatly in many ways.

Geographical and climatic differences have shaped the differences between Northerners and Southerners, in their personalities, ways of acting, and ways of thinking.

Southerners are more natural, while Northerners are more social; Southerners are shrewd, while Northerners are honest; Southerners are cunning, while Northerners are bold; Southerners are petty, while Northerners are straightforward.

As the saying goes, the environment shapes the people. Southern women, mostly raised in water-rich regions, benefit from the warmth and humidity of the South, which fosters their elegance, gentleness, grace, and refinement. Northern women, mostly from high-altitude families, living on heated brick beds, benefit from the openness and cold of the North, which shapes their height, strength, ruggedness, and boldness.

Southern women are quiet, gentle, and charming, often possessing a refined and aloof air, yet also a languid and tender nature.

Northern women are characterized by their unrestrained, passionate, rugged, and cheerful personalities.

Southern girls, on the surface, generally appear delicate and ladylike, but deep down they can be quite cunning and calculating, prone to pettiness.

Northern girls are indeed quite robust, bold, and unrestrained.

*** *** *** *** Decades ago, when Yao Shufeng was still a young woman, she endlessly dreamed of growing up in the fertile lands of the South, reading literature.

Perhaps she would be the epitome of a Jiangnan woman, fair-skinned and serene, gentle and charming. Her fair complexion, exquisite figure, and soft voice...

Yao Shufeng's memories extend far beyond this.

One after another, graceful Southern women emerged from the university; their skin was moistened by the humid air, and their hearts were similarly nourished by the South's gentle, dreamlike, poetic, and picturesque beauty. Southern women walked gracefully along, their steps light and delicate on the pebbles. The wind couldn't wrinkle their skin, and the rain couldn't diminish their youth. They were elegant and charming, always greeting people with a gentle smile.

Back then, Yao Shufeng always felt that if she were a man, she would definitely choose a Southern woman as her partner, because she felt that the figures of Southern women were more likely to arouse a man's desire to subdue them, including her own desire to follow the figures of Southern women like a man.

This wasn't to say that Yao Shufeng wasn't pretty at the time.

In fact, from childhood, Yao Shufeng had always been praised by those around her as a beauty, tall, with fair and rosy skin, defined facial features, and a very elegant demeanor.

But since entering university and meeting many Southern girls, Yao Shufeng gradually became dissatisfied with herself.

Her bust was too big, her waist not slim enough, her hips too large, and, most importantly, her height.

Seeing the Southern women around her constantly receiving advances from boys, Yao Shufeng felt even more that Southern women were lucky.

Although she later met her other half, Yao Shufeng's fascination with Southern women never subsided.

The reason was that her partner happened to be from the South.

Because the man's height was similar to Yao Shufeng's, she couldn't recall ever wearing high heels.

Because the man was thin and often ill, Yao Shufeng rarely enjoyed his affections; instead, she mostly shouldered the burden of the family.

Despite this, the man couldn't stay with her and finally left her a few years ago.

That period was a dark time for Yao Shufeng; she often felt guilty, wondering if her own womanly needs hadn't satisfied the man's desires. Although she knew that both in terms of data and process, Yao Shufeng had deeply hidden her desires after the man's health deteriorated.

She even resented her Northern physique, wondering if her man would have lived longer if she were a Southern woman.

If it weren't for the arrival of a boy, Yao Shufeng would have continued to be tormented by this strange fascination with Southern women.

A boy entered Yao Shufeng's life, and she felt it marked the beginning of a new chapter.

From the moment they met, the boy openly expressed his admiration for Yao Shufeng's tall stature.

Although the boy was more slender than Yao Shufeng

's previous lovers, this did not prevent him from being attracted to and fascinated by her large, full figure.

Thus, Yao Shufeng slowly let go of her decades-old fascination with Southern women and began to cultivate her own physical beauty.

Thus began her transformation into a beautiful woman.

The happiness that followed filled Yao Shufeng with admiration.

This college graduate from the early 1950s, a national model worker in the 1960s, and a veteran Communist Party member who had worked in a vice-ministerial position for decades, never imagined her life would have such a brutal side. Even at the age of fifty, she still chose to retreat from the limelight, giving up positions and power that countless people lamented. Not for any other reason than that her heart, withered for over twenty years, was nourished by the sincerity and passion of a young boy, awakening a long-buried spring within her. The long-absent pleasures of the opposite sex made her disregard money and power, willingly becoming the young boy's lover.

Recalling this, Yao Shufeng became even more infatuated with the slightly slender boy before her.

Her arm, which had been stroking the boy's head, was withdrawn. Looking at the handsome boy, who only reached her shoulder, Yao Shufeng opened her arms and reluctantly pulled the boy into her embrace.

"Long'er, remember to call Grandma, Grandma will miss you..." Yao Shufeng murmured, her head bowed in adoration, caressing the boy's handsome face, a surge of spring-like passion welling up within her as she felt when the boy first embraced her years ago.

The boy loved being held in Grandma Yao Shufeng's arms like this.

His arms wrapped around her not-so-slender waist, his delicate arms savoring the soft, slightly protruding layer of fat beneath her thin, form-fitting cheongsam, the comfort of which was pleasurable. His face pressed against her breasts, slightly sagging from the years, yet still full, firm, and elastic. The allure of her mature woman's fragrance intoxicated him.

Looking up at Grandma Yao Shufeng's face, he noticed that after more than a year of her care, the old woman's skin appeared much fairer and more delicate. Although the wrinkles around her eyes and forehead were clearly visible, they added to her mature charm.

Her hair, styled in a high bun, was entirely silver, a color the boy had deliberately forbidden her from dyeing.

At the time, Yao Shufeng was always mindful of the age gap between them. She wanted the boy to call her "A-Feng" like a lover, and she also wanted to dye her silver hair black to make her look more like a lover. However, the boy was attached to the taboo of calling her "Grandma," even when she begged him to call her "Sister," he still added "Grandma Sister." The silver strands of hair swaying between her legs during intimacy only intensified his taboo feelings, so gradually Yao Shufeng stopped dyeing her hair.

"Grandma, wait for me to come back, I want to eat the lotus seed soup you fed me in bed again." Yao Shufeng clearly heard the boy spit out lotus seed soup. Looking down at the boy's wicked smile, her face flushed red. The heat on her face quickly traveled through her chest and abdomen to her legs, and her buttocks seemed to become a volcano. Suddenly, Yao Shufeng's legs went weak. If it weren't for the boy about to cling to her, Yao Shufeng would have collapsed immediately.

The story of the lotus seed soup is very meaningful.

Whenever Yao Shufeng was with her son, her maternal instincts would overflow. The boy could lie in bed watching Yao Shufeng bustle around, washing fruit, bringing water, and of course, most of the time they would just lie together, cuddling and whispering. At mealtimes, Yao Shufeng would bring the food to his bedside and feed him spoonful by spoonful, a picture of a loving mother.

After meals, he always drank soup, and Yao Shufeng would add many tonics to his favorite lotus seed soup, such as turtle and ginseng, believing that his body needed nourishment. At this point, the boy would always plead with a distressed expression, "Grandma Shufeng, it tastes awful." Yao Shufeng would say, "It's all for your figure, I'm afraid you'll get tired." Then the boy would lean down next to Yao Shufeng, lick her earlobe, and chuckle mischievously, "Actually, Grandma is just worried I'll get tired in bed." Yao Shufeng would push the boy away, pretending to be angry, and say, "It's all because you're always bothering me, and you love to cause trouble outside, I'm afraid of you." After a burst of laughter, Yao Shufeng would patiently coax the boy to drink the nourishing soup, of course making some promises to him.

After the boy finished the large bowl of lotus seed soup, making a pained expression, he would rub his belly and look at Yao Shufeng.

"What did you just promise me?" The boy, as usual, lay on the bed with his head on Yao Shufeng's lap, fiddling with the little flowers on her pajamas.

"Don't act like nothing happened. This isn't the conduct expected of a government official, is it?" The boy emphasized, hoping Yao Shufeng would understand the seriousness of the situation.

Yao Shufeng had seen too many boys' unreasonable demands. "What did I say... I..."

Before Yao Shufeng could continue to dodge, she was tackled to the side of the bed.

"Help... help..." followed by "Wait... wait a minute... um... um."

The game of cat and mouse—no, the story of mouse and cat—had begun.

This was the story behind why Yao Shufeng blushed whenever the boy mentioned lotus seed soup.

The boy's small hands grasped and kneaded the old woman's large, round, drooping buttocks behind her, almost wildly caressing the two full, round mounds, kneading the plump, soft buttocks.

A warm, tingling sensation flowed from the tips of her buttocks to the depths of her body, and Yao Shufeng couldn't help but moan repeatedly, her breathing gradually becoming louder.

Looking down at the boy's face nestled against her chest, Yao Shufeng felt a surge of emotion.

The boy was her lover; since her husband's passing, he held only a place in her heart—that boy, though still young, had always been a towering figure in her eyes.

He was also her precious darling; when he nestled in her arms like a child, Yao Shufeng couldn't hide the overwhelming maternal love she felt.

That feeling was building within her, and Yao Shufeng withdrew her arms from behind the boy, cupping his face against her chest.

A fair, handsome, youthful face, bright eyes, and rosy lips.

Yao Shufeng sighed softly, and as if making a great decision, lowered her head and kissed the boy's lips deeply.

Zhu Qiuyun, dressed in a sky-blue Suzhou-embroidered fitted cheongsam, stood beside Yao Shufeng.

The cool sky-blue hue gave Zhu Qiuyun a cold beauty.

Zhu Qiuyun, a rising political star in the past two years, is the newly elected mayor of Beijing.

This woman, a force to be reckoned with in public and a pioneer in economic reforms, is known for her stern demeanor, meticulous work ethic, and strict discipline towards her subordinates. Her striking beauty has earned her the nickname "cold beauty."

Tall and with a full, well-proportioned figure, her large, captivating eyes bear a striking resemblance to Yao Shufeng, both possessing similarly defined features.

Her curvaceous, smooth, and shapely body, encased in a sky-blue, Suzhou-embroidered, form-fitting cheongsam, exudes a captivating and undeniably sexy allure.

From her supple waist to her high, full breasts, her rounded, shapely hips, and the slender, shapely legs revealed through the cheongsam's slit as she moves, her sensual curves possess a unique charm characteristic of mature women.

The faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes didn't detract from her beauty; instead, they enhanced her mature and alluring charm.

Looking at the boy clinging reluctantly to his mother's arms, 44-year-old Zhu Qiuyun thought of Xia Shaohan, "I should give his mother more time."

With a resentful heart, Zhu Qiuyun pulled the boy from her mother's embrace, gazing deeply at this incredibly handsome young man who had given her a second spring in both her career and figure, and swiftly kissed his lips.

At this moment, Zhu Qiuyun resembled a mature woman ravenously thirsting for sex. Zhu Qiuyun's mind was very clear; her feelings for the boy were complex, partly maternal love, partly the dependence of a supportive business partner, and partly the intense physical satisfaction derived from his relentless advances.

The middle-aged woman quickly lost herself in the moment, tightly embracing the boy and letting his tongue slip inside, drawing out her own and sucking vigorously, emitting soft moans.

"Mommy..." her daughter whispered beside her, pulling Zhu Qiuyun back from her reverie.

Looking at the little boy's mischievous grin, his tongue casually licking his lips, "So fragrant...so fragrant," Zhu Qiuyun blushed deeply, scolding him playfully, "You little rascal..."

The lust on the dignified mayor's face made the boy's eyes widen.

He had witnessed the mayor's allure at the mass meeting.

At that time, Zhu Qiuyun stood on the podium wearing a neat and crisp suit. The white collar of her shirt made her face appear even whiter. She wore light makeup, and although not a stunning beauty, she had delicate features. She looked both bright and charming, yet also reserved. Her full breasts pushed up the suit, and her figure was well-proportioned and graceful. Her plump hips, high breasts, and black high heels gave her the beauty of a woman and the elegance of a middle-aged woman.

The boy had witnessed Zhu Qiuyun's economic report that day. The tens of thousands of people in the hall were completely silent. They were impressed by the deputy mayor's bold assumptions and visionary plans, and they also secretly admired her charm. Both men and women applauded her.

It was this keynote speech that made Zhu Qiuyun's talent fully appreciated by the higher-ups, and she was soon appointed mayor of the capital.

Of course, it was also because the boy had a heated debate with the then deputy mayor Zhu Qiuyun that the key points of the report were finalized, which unexpectedly made her an instant sensation.

Because of the intense encounter, Zhu Qiuyun's relationship with the boy progressed rapidly.

Who would have guessed that the woman standing before him was the highly praised, capable woman?

The boy gazed at the middle-aged beauty's heaving breasts beneath her tight cheongsam, imagining the countless shapes she had taken under his hands, and involuntarily reached out to touch them. Suddenly,

his waist was pinched hard. Turning around, he saw his youngest lover—his senior colleague Zeng Tingshan—glaring at him. He was all too familiar with this gesture. Whenever he was overcome with lust and wanted to thoroughly "ravage" the spirited female mayor and his recently retired mother-in-law, his senior colleague would use this gesture to warn him to "rescue" his mother and grandmother from beneath him. Men often had to go through considerable trouble to first thoroughly please their senior colleague before they could finally "ravage" the two sophisticated, mature women.

"Sister Tingshan..." Before she could utter a word of love, Zeng Tingshan had already pulled the boy close, hugging him tightly, tears streaming down her face. The boy couldn't bear to "molest" this senior sister who was four years his senior. He gently placed his arm on her plump buttocks, feeling the firm touch of her hands and breasts. This once incredibly self-satisfied Peking University beauty, since becoming infatuated with her junior brother, not only gave away her virginity (which was also the only virgin Chen Feilong had ever possessed), but also, following the mischievous boy's instigation, seduced her mother and grandmother into becoming his lovers. This

"most naughty lover," however, because of her devotion to him, made her especially favored among the many mature women in the sea of men.

"Little Shanshan..." Zeng Tingshan recognized the gentle voice of her mentor, Sun Lanjuan. Remembering her lover's arrangements, she could only release her arms, turn her face to her mother's shoulder, and sob like a wronged little girl.

Sun Lanjuan's embrace was as gentle as ever. Her fair face, framed by rimless glasses, exuded a strong intellectual air. The faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes did not detract from her beauty; rather, they enhanced her charm. Although she maintained her composure, a closer look revealed the lingering joy in her eyes. Gazing at the handsome boy in her arms, a boy with a blend of innocence and a hint of mischief, she sighed heavily, "I really can't bear to part with him."

Having completed her doctoral degree alone in a foreign country, returned to China to teach for many years, and achieved several national-level research breakthroughs, becoming a leading figure in her department, Sun Lanjuan had long been accustomed to solitude. She had originally planned to remain single for life, but this wish was shattered after becoming the young boy's mentor. When her rimless glasses were removed, when the boy kissed her cheek, when her mature figure was laid down on the lab table and entered her with irresistible force, Sun Lanjuan found the pleasure of being a woman, the joy of being the boy's woman, and the happiness of being a lover and a mother.

Sensing his mentor's feelings, the boy gently pressed his lips to Sun Lanjuan's, softly sucking. His right hand gently cupped her breast, kneading it lightly. As usual, he waited until she caught up with his rhythm before initiating his own. Simultaneously, his left hand gently stroked Sun Lanjuan's lower abdomen. Although it was less than three months into her pregnancy and there were no significant changes in appearance, the boy felt a surge of familial affection as he touched her. "You naughty boy, don't forget your child..." Overwhelmed with sadness, Sun Lanjuan didn't know how to continue.

A few minutes later, the boy's hand, which had been kneading Sun Lanjuan's breast, was guided by another warm hand to the edge of another breast. The heavy, overflowing familiarity made the boy instinctively reach out to support it. He also looked up from Sun Lanjuan's face, gazing tenderly at his next lover.

A face so similar to Sun Lanjuan's—wearing glasses, equally intellectual, equally dignified—was the boy's other mother-in-law lover, Sun Lanjuan's mentor's mother—Lin Lirong.

Approaching sixty, Lin Lirong blushed shyly like a daughter under her young lover's gaze, making the boy exclaim, "Strange, strange!" He hadn't understood why, even though they had been intimate for over a year, she was always so reserved, only occasionally revealing her "fierce" side when prompted by the boy.

"Be careful, you have to take care of yourself..." Watching his hands knead her into various shapes, even through her cheongsam, the boy's mind flashed to the image of his full-figured mother-in-law, Lin Lirong, being pushed onto him, riding him with desire, her full, drooping breasts tracing beautiful paths on her chest, all of which stimulated the boy's lust. "Be careful, you have to take care of yourself...

" "Be careful, you have to take care of yourself..." became Lin Lirong's only expression of affection for her young lover. Although she would call him brother, younger brother, and husband incoherently under the boy's "ravaging," once she was awake, she truly protected him like a "be careful, you have to take care of yourself."

Lin Lirong, 59, is the dean of a university college. Years of teaching have imbued her with an intellectual beauty similar to, yet even more striking than, that of her daughter. She once believed that the tranquil campus life would last a lifetime, but unexpectedly, at this age, she began a late-life romance. Like the song says, "How wonderful it is to be in love," this perfectly encapsulates Lin Lirong's state of mind.

Previously, strolling through the quiet campus after work, watching the young students enjoying the honor of their titles, was considered the most pleasant thing in life. Now, perhaps Lin Lirong's greatest desire is to sit on the sofa with the boy's head resting on her lap or against her chest, feeling the joy of her body being caressed and hearing whispered sweet nothings. This is perhaps Lin Lirong's final wish as she enters old age.

After alternating between caressing her breasts, the boy's hands moved to her equally round buttocks, the soft flesh overflowing from between his fingers, while his slightly protruding abdomen clearly revealed a hard, large member—a member that Lin Lirong both loved and feared at that time.

Years of life experience and reading had given Lin Lirong a general idea of the size of a man's penis. Yet, faced with its enormous size, she suddenly found that all the experience she had read about over the years was useless in describing her lover's weapon. She felt the overwhelming fullness and occasional tearing sensations during the irresistible penetration. Lin Lirong developed a fondness for the sensation of the dragon plowing her body, but also feared its insatiable nature, leading her to inevitably beg for mercy each time.

Lin Lirong's breathing became heavy, but she knew she couldn't let the dragon release itself as she had done hours before. She gently but firmly moved the boy's hand away from her back and placed it in Leng Minghui's hand beside her, simultaneously pushing the boy into Leng Minghui's embrace.

In Yao Shufeng and Lin Lirong's arms, the boy was like a "little bird nestled against its mate," but in Leng Minghui's arms, he found the feeling of "a hero protecting a beauty."

Leng Minghui, the dean of the music academy, is 50 years old, but unlike many women her age, she doesn't experience weight gain or body shape changes. On the contrary, due to her long-term dedication to the arts, she maintains an exceptionally slender figure. Although faint wrinkles around her eyes and forehead indicate she's not young, the skin beneath her clothes retains remarkable elasticity thanks to years of hard work.

"Her students are all over the world" is a true reflection of Leng Minghui's past career. A talented dancer in her youth, she won numerous awards. In her later years, she stepped down from leadership positions, occasionally showcasing her skills and beautiful figure. It was during a ballroom dance competition encouraged by her daughter that she partnered with a boy, and their dancing sparked inspiration and a deep connection. Not only did they outshine each other in skill, but their frequent physical contact eventually blossomed into a tender, age-gap romance.

Leng Minghui gazed at the handsome little boy in her arms, whose eyes gleamed with a mischievous grin. "That naughty boy must be thinking about how I did the splits and swayed on top of him today..." she thought, blushing. She gave the boy's waist a seemingly firm but gentle squeeze, then hugged him tightly.

The boy nestled around Leng Minghui's slender waist, pressing his face against her well-proportioned and remarkably firm breasts, caressing them as he always marveled at his aunt's graceful figure. His hands kneaded her back, buttocks, and thighs.

Like a passing-the-wheel game, it was finally time for the last lover. Leng Minghui embraced her little lover and placed him in her daughter Lin Jieqiong's arms. "Teacher Jieqiong," even though she was the first woman among these women to become the boy's lover, he still addressed her as "teacher," just like when he first entered university. Besides Lin Jieqiong guiding his studies like a teacher, she was also his first lover outside of family.

At this moment, Lin Jieqiong's slightly protruding belly beneath her cheongsam was striking, indicating she was the mother of another child. Her intimacy with the boy didn't diminish the maternal glow on her face.

The boy, unusually, didn't "ravage" his lover; his hands cautiously caressed his teacher's belly. Despite his young age, he was already a father of three, but he still felt a surge of excitement for each of the unborn babies.

"Long'er, I'll take good care of myself and the baby. With so many sisters supporting us, you can go without worry." The boy excitedly kissed his teacher's lips.

"Dong...dong...dong..." The clock on the wall struck six.

"We can't delay any longer," Chen Feilong stood up from the women's embrace, his eyes sweeping over each woman, a deep reluctance causing him to choke back tears. "Teacher Jieqiong, Aunt Leng, Mentor Lanjuan, Grandma Lirong, Sister Tingshan, Aunt Zhu, Grandma Shufeng, I have to go home now. I'll miss you all dearly. I hope you'll take good care of yourselves after I leave. I'll be back soon, and we can live a happy life again."

"Long'er, you go first. Your mother will be worried sick at home. We'll take good care of ourselves and wait for you to come back." Zhu Qiuyun, not wanting the atmosphere to become so bad, quickly stepped forward and continued. "Sisters, come and see our young master off." Chen Feilong walked out of the courtyard, looked back, and saw his seven lovers standing in a row on the balcony. He raised his hand, waved to the women, slowly turned around, got on his bicycle, and left the love nest of the past 24 hours.

As the boy's figure disappeared around the corner, the seven women withdrew their gaze, returned to the living room with a sense of loss, and remained silent for a moment. A few minutes later, Yao Shufeng broke the silence: "Girl, is it all recorded?" "Yes, it's all recorded, ten tapes in total." Everyone was overjoyed, secretly praising Yao Shufeng and her daughter for their thoughtfulness and meticulous consideration. They all made requests to copy the tapes, hoping to recall the intimate moments with their boys in the recordings and ease their longing. For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room eased considerably. [The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam:]

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It has been more than twenty hours since I went out.

This bustling metropolis, usually so noisy and vibrant during the day, regained its usual cleanliness and energy after a day's grand cleansing. The joyful smiles on the faces of passersby constantly expressed their utmost satisfaction with the living environment of this great city.

In just a few years, this historically significant political and cultural center had also achieved remarkable development.

Riding slowly along the wide streets, usually too busy to appreciate, the sadness of parting from his lover was diluted by the desire to return home.

Chen Feilong glanced at the increasingly dim sky and quickened his pace towards home.

Twenty minutes later, Chen Feilong parked his bike in the bike shed and rushed up to his 8th-floor apartment.

"Mom, I'm home!" Chen Feilong called out as he closed the door and walked towards his room.

As soon as he entered his bedroom, a pair of hands took his bag from behind and gently helped him remove his coat.

"Are you tired? Take a rest." Needless to say, only his beloved mother, Xia Shaohan, could be so gentle and tender.

The boy turned around, gently opening his arms to embrace her voluptuous figure.

"I missed you so much, Mom." The boy stood on tiptoe, his lips meeting Xia Shaohan's lowered, full red lips, their tongues intertwining.

With rapid breathing, the boy's hands roamed over Xia Shaohan's waist and hips.

Xia Shaohan's hands also tightly embraced the boy's not-so-broad back, desperately trying to meld him into her body to ease her longing.

After a while, Xia Shaohan pulled away from the boy's embrace, gently stroking his handsome cheek, and softly said, "Are Qiuyun and the others alright? You must be very tired after a day. Why don't you rest for a bit?" He hadn't noticed his mother's attire during the embrace, but now that he was out of her arms, he had time to observe her.

"My God, another stunning beauty!" the boy thought to himself, having just escaped a sea of beauties. His mother was incredibly beautiful. Xia Shaohan, nearly 40, looked like she was only in her early 30s. She wore a light-colored, open-front floral dress, her full breasts almost bursting forth. Beneath the dress, her shapely legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings, and small, high-heeled blue shoes accentuated her alluring figure. Her hair was pulled back, her makeup was natural, and her charming demeanor carried a hint of allure. She exuded the captivating grace of a mature woman.

The boy was practically speechless.

"Silly boy, haven't you seen your mother before?" Xia Shaohan felt a surge of secret delight. It seemed her afternoon's efforts in dressing up hadn't been wasted. Seeing her son staring at her like a lecherous wolf, a sense of pride welled up within her.

"A little Xia girl fell from the sky, Mom! You look so beautiful today. I'm so glad I didn't go out with you." "Why?" Xia Shaohan asked, puzzled, upon hearing her son's praise. "A

beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. If I were next to you, I'd be beaten to death by everyone in the street," the boy exclaimed dramatically.

"You want to die? How dare you tease your mother!" Xia Shaohan scolded, pinching the boy's waist harder.

"Ouch... Mom, have mercy..." Noticing her son's genuine praise of her beauty, Xia Shaohan felt a sweet joy in her heart.

"Go say hello to Grandma and Grandpa. They miss you so much." Xia Shaohan dodged her son's mischievous hands and pushed him towards the kitchen.

In stark contrast to the living room, the kitchen was a vibrant and lively scene. Delicious dishes were sizzling on the stove, and more importantly, the figures of two mature and beautiful women—Grandma Jiang Xue and Grandma Liang Wanqing—stood in the kitchen.

The boy, squinting and resting his chin on his hand, leaned against the door, observing his grandparents' different attire from behind, clicking his tongue in admiration. "Looks like they've been preparing for this."

Grandma Jiang Xue, 58 years old and tall, looked like a woman in her forties thanks to years of meticulous maintenance.

Today, instead of her usual cheongsam, she wore a light-colored linen short-sleeved top, a smoky gray vest, and dark green trousers. Her hair was

loosely styled in a bun, her figure full and rounded, like a camellia in full bloom in autumn. Her dignified and beautiful face was even more captivating than peach blossoms dancing in the spring breeze!

Unlike her maternal grandmother Jiang Xue, who was tall and imposing, 57-year-old Grandma Liang Wanqing could be described as a petite and delicate beauty.

She was petite, with fair skin, an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a high bust, and a supple waist—a classic beauty. Her jet-black hair was loosely piled on her head, and her full figure was clad in a pink silk blouse, the cut generous and dignified yet retaining a feminine charm. Her slender, shapely legs were barely covered by flesh-colored stockings, elegant yet voluptuous, dignified yet serene, with a hint of shyness and tenderness in her eyes, like a figure from an oil painting.

The boy's eyes darted around, looking at his grandmother, then his maternal grandmother, then up and down, completely mesmerized. He muttered, "Where did these two fairies come from?" "What are you muttering about? Come and help!" Jiang Xue, holding a shovel in her right hand and resting her hands on her hips, turned around, a half-smile on her face as she looked at her grandson.

The boy leaned against the door, squinting with admiration. Jiang Xue's turn had caused her unbraced breasts to sway considerably under her short top. "Grandma, can we do that again?" "What?" Jiang Xue was a little confused. After looking herself up and down, she suddenly realized what was going on and laughed, scolding, "You little pervert, what was the reason you wouldn't let Grandma wear underwear? Forget about it, hurry up and come here." At home, the boy sometimes made special requests to his lovers about their clothing, such as wearing stockings and high heels, and not wearing a bra, but the lovers let the boy fool around and cooperated, seeing the boy's pleasure.

"Yes, sir." The boy was in a great mood and took a step between his grandmother and great-grandmother, wrapping his arms around the waists of the two old beauties. Looking at the dazzling array of things on the table, he said, "What do you need me to do?" Liang Wanqing was very clear about the mess her grandson was making. "Don't move, just keep Grandma and Grandma company and talk to them. I'm afraid if you help, we won't have any food to eat later." "You have so little confidence in me?" The boy hugged Liang Wanqing from behind in a coquettish manner.

After kneading his grandmother's soft waist for a while, the boy's hands slowly moved down to Liang Wanqing's plump and round buttocks.

Even through the new pink silk, he could clearly feel Liang Wanqing's full and rounded body, especially her round, full, and fleshy buttocks. The boy opened his palms and kneaded her buttocks with force, feeling their heavy and slippery texture.

After playing with them for a while, his hands wrapped around Liang Wanqing's waist, kneading her soft, fleshy, and slightly protruding belly through the silk. Then, his hands moved up from under her armpits, supporting her round, unbraced, and trembling breasts. The weight of her breasts was palpable, even through the silk top. The boy could clearly feel their weight, and his hands tightened, his fingers revealing overflowing breasts that seemed about to burst out of her clothes.

"You little rascal, taking advantage of me!" Liang Wanqing said coquettishly.

The boy released his grip, but still lingered, giving Jiang Xue a couple of reluctant squeezes, teasingly saying, "Grandma's big tofu is so delicious." Seeing his grandmother's ambiguous smile, the boy moved behind her and hugged Jiang Xue tightly.

He only reached his grandmother's shoulder, but that didn't hinder his caresses. He skillfully and vigorously stroked and kneaded Jiang Xue's unusually plump and round buttocks, causing her tall, delicate body to tremble slightly.

"You little rascal! You're so naughty!" Jiang Xue whimpered, her body tingling and weak as she leaned back against him.

Feeling the boy's increasingly tight embrace, clearly smelling his strong masculine scent mixed with the smell of sweat, she half-heartedly let him caress and knead her, letting his large hands grab her plump, round buttocks and wildly squeeze them. At the same time, she clearly felt the boy's erection pressing hard against her buttocks. Even in the kitchen, feeling his enormous male totem so closely, Jiang Xue couldn't help but marvel and feel her heart flutter.

He lifted Jiang Xue's proudly sized breasts, kneading them, her full, high breasts trembling slightly, rippling with waves, making the boy's heart itch.

Hearing the boy's rapid breathing, Jiang Xue knew that it was not appropriate to be intimate in the kitchen at this time. Suppressing her body's desire, she forcefully removed the boy's hands from her chest, her reluctant hands pulling at her breasts, eliciting a groan from the old lady.

"Sweetie, go to the living room and chat with your mother. Dinner will be ready soon." Jiang Xue pushed the boy out of the kitchen.

"Strange? Why are they being so polite?" Usually, this time of day would be the start of a passionate lovemaking session, as the family never hesitated to openly pursue their desires. The boy walked out of the kitchen with a suspicious look.

Two beautiful women were chatting on the sofa in the living room.

"Aunt Limei, you're back!" The boy excitedly ran towards the beautiful woman sitting opposite his mother on the sofa.

"Long'er," Chen Limei got up from the sofa and pulled the running boy into her arms.

It was another "baby in my arms" move. The boy looked at his aunt's flat, toned waist with tenderness. She was

truly like white jade, with fair skin, snow-white skin, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, peach cheeks, cherry lips, a graceful figure, slender and elegant, exquisite and delicate, with curves in all the right places. She wore a white silk dress, light flesh-colored stockings, milky white high heels, and had a beautiful bust and buttocks.

A fair face framed by her high-tied black hair, though faint crow's feet were visible at the corners of her eyes, her elegant figure exuded an undeniable artistic air, giving the woman, though over 30, a unique kind of sensuality.

The boy nestled against his aunt's chest, gazing at her and playfully pinching her breasts. "Auntie, I missed you so much." The pinching brought a pleasurable sensation to her chest. The tall Chen Limei looked down at the handsome boy in her arms, a mischievous thought suddenly forming in her mind.

"You little rascal, where have you been gallivanting off to? You haven't been seen all day!" She raised her hand, gently pinching his cheek.

"Innocent! Didn't Dean Leng Minghui tell you?" The boy winked slyly, a wicked grin on his face. Leng Minghui was his aunt's teacher and also her boss; bringing up the dean's lover was a tried-and-true tactic when dealing with his aunt's penchant for pranks.

Chen Limei had only intended to tease the boy, but seeing his expression, she felt a surge of excitement and lowered her head to kiss him.

Their lips intertwined, leaving both of them breathless, and their hands gradually expanded their reach.

Just then, she heard a "cough...cough..." sound beside her, and Chen Limei, startled awake, pushed the boy away.

"You little rascal, bullying your aunt again!" Chen Limei said coquettishly,

her face flushed. "Oh dear, I almost messed things up," she thought to herself.

The boy was somewhat confused.

"What's going on today? Several relatives and lovers are all blaming me for intimacy; there must be a trick involved. Humph, I must find out."

Realizing what was going on, the boy turned to his mother, Xia Shaohan, who had just coughed, and asked, "Mom, what's the plan for later?"

Seeing her son's anxious eyes, Xia Shaohan reminded herself not to leak the secret. This was an arrangement everyone had painstakingly devised; she couldn't let her son know.

"Ah, an arrangement? I didn't know." Her mother's half-smile only strengthened the boy's suspicions. She then turned to her aunt, Chen Limei, and pleaded, "Auntie, tell me!" Chen Limei, looking frightened, took a step back and stood beside her sister-in-law, waving her hands and saying, "Don't ask me, I don't know." The boy knew that at this point, he had no other choice but to resort to this last resort.

"Hmph, fine, don't tell me then, see how I deal with you!" With a sudden, forceful grab, he reached for the two women's breasts.

Anticipating the boy's misdeeds, the two women scattered on either side with a "whoosh." The three chased each other in the living room, laughing all the while. Finally, the boy gave his mother, Xia Shaohan, a "tiger hug," pinning her down on the sofa. After a few squeezes, he viciously gripped her breasts.

"Hehe, will you tell me or not? If you don't, you'll get 30 slaps."

After the chase, Xia Shaohan was already out of breath. The boy's rough handling only made her more anxious. Even so, Xia Shaohan remained steadfast in her "confidence" not to tell the boy.

Seeing that his "tough tactic" had failed, the boy changed his tone and pleaded, "Mom, please tell me." Chen Limei, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh, but fearing that her sister-in-law might soften and ruin her plan, she rushed forward, grabbed the boy's ear, and lifted him off Xia Shaohan. "You

little rascal, get up! All you do is bully your mother." "Auntie, then I'll bully you a little," the boy grinned mischievously, covering Chen Limei's breasts with his hands and kneading them, seemingly forgetting to ask about the "trick."

The laughter didn't last long. The call of "Long'er" made the boy climb out of his mother and aunt's arms. He turned around and saw his maternal grandmother, Jiang Xue, and paternal grandmother, Liang Wanqing, coming out of the kitchen.

"You little rascal, you're in charge of making the last soup." Before the boy could even react, his grandmother and maternal grandmother pulled and pushed him to the stove, gave him some instructions, and then quickly withdrew, leaving the boy staring blankly at the pile of ingredients.

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glanced back at the bedroom; the door was still closed.

The soup had been finished for a while, but his relatives and friends hadn't appeared. The boy was getting anxious.

He knocked, but the door was locked from the inside. He vaguely heard his mother say, "Wait a moment," along with soft laughter, making him eager to see her.

With a soft "click," the bedroom door opened. The boy was overjoyed and looked up.

His relatives and friends filed out, first his maternal grandmother Jiang Xue, then his paternal grandmother Liang Wanqing, his mother Xia Shaohan, and his aunt Chen Limei, a graceful line of women standing a meter away from the boy.

"My God!" The boy was momentarily dizzy, his breathing quickened, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

All the women stood before him in tight-fitting, sleeveless Suzhou-embroidered cheongsams, their hair styled in the same high bun, and wearing the same four-inch heels. The beautiful women gazed lovingly at their handsome young lover.

His grandmother, Jiang Xue, wore a black, tight-fitting, sleeveless cheongsam that accentuated her smooth, fair skin, making her almost dazzling under the bright lights. The meticulously tailored cheongsam highlighted her uniquely voluptuous figure. Completely exposed, her full, snow-white breasts stirred the imagination and evoked fantasies. Her

full, high breasts and plump hips stretched the cheongsam taut in the front and back. While she no longer possessed the slender waist of a young girl, the slight bulge of her lower abdomen, accentuated by a thin layer of fat, added to her sensuality.

Nearly 60 years old, this woman in her prime, though showing faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and forehead, did not diminish her beauty; rather, it made her appear more dignified, serene, and virtuous.

Grandma Liang Wan Qing, dressed in a blue cheongsam, though the shortest among the ladies, looked much slimmer at 160cm, accentuated by 4-inch heels.

Unlike her grandmother's tall and voluptuous figure, Liang Wanqing possessed a delicate charm reminiscent of women from Jiangnan. Her ample bosom, too large to be contained by one hand, and her shapely hips created a captivating and alluring silhouette. Under the bright lights, she radiated a serene and loving maternal aura.

Her mother, Xia Shaohan, was originally 175cm tall. The addition of 4-inch leather shoes made her figure appear even slimmer. Her calves, supported by the high heels, were taut and without an ounce of fat. Her rounded buttocks were pushed up in a parabolic arc against her upper body, making her curves particularly striking under the form-fitting sleeveless purplish-red cheongsam.

The cheongsam had a high slit, and her plump, fleshy buttocks, tightly wrapped inside, appeared even more rounded and pert. Her two slender, snow-white legs were exposed as she walked, the skin beneath her flesh-colored sheer stockings remarkably white, her full thighs and... The lace trim of her stockings was faintly visible.

Aunt Chen Limei, 36 years old, had maintained an excellent figure thanks to years of dance training. Today, her cheongsam, while not as form-fitting as the other three lovers', still accentuated her usual upright and slender figure, perfectly complemented by the well-fitting pink cheongsam. Her usually rosy cheeks, often flushed in front of her nephew, now showed a hint of languidness from the chase a few minutes ago, giving her an overall air of a woman from old Shanghai.

The boy sat upright at the table, his eyes scanning left and right, from top to bottom. Elegant, luxurious, sexy… for a moment, he felt that no beauty in the world surpassed the four

women before him, and he couldn't even speak. After what seemed like a few minutes of silence, finally, there was a sound. The four mature beauties standing before the boy, one with her hands clasped at her waist, bowed slightly and said in unison, "Your humble servant greets my husband." The boy jumped up from his chair in surprise. He jumped up, his hands instinctively reaching out to help each of his lovers to their feet. The softness of their bodies tempted him to take advantage of

the opportunity to touch them; the Suzhou-embroidered cheongsams, combined with their full, luxurious feel, captivated the boy. He usually joked and played with his relatives and lovers, enjoying a harmonious relationship. They considered each other an inseparable part of themselves, both physically and emotionally, yet they maintained their traditional generational titles. The mature, beautiful women, in particular, showed the boy the same affection as any mother and son, or grandmother and grandson.

Although in moments of deep affection… The boy was inevitably overwhelmed by the lack of respectful terms like "my little darling," "my sweetheart," and "my little rascal," unlike the more common terms

of address like "my concubine" or "my husband." Finally seated at the table, surrounded by stunningly beautiful mature women, he felt a touch of the common man's smug satisfaction.

To his left were his maternal grandmother, Jiang Xue, and his paternal grandmother, Liang Wanqing; to his right were his mother, Xia Shaohan, and his aunt, Chen Limei. Even after settling in, his eyes remained fixed on the numerous mountains and faces visible above the table.

Xia Shaohan, the mother, gave the boy, whose face was filled with lust, a threatening glare, but she was also satisfied with his astonishment and desire. She picked up her wine glass, gave the boy a seductive look, and said in an exceptionally pleasant voice, "Mothers, Sister Limei, tonight is a farewell dinner for Long'er. I propose we drink to Long'er's bright future." Everyone raised their glasses. The boy, excited, also raised his glass, gazing intently at his relatives and lovers, and loudly proclaimed, "And may our future be happy and sweet!" He didn't hesitate for a moment.

The dinner prepared by Jiang Xue and Liang Wanqing was quite lavish, and coupled with the heart-stirring toasts, the harmonious and familial atmosphere dispelled the last trace of parting sadness. An ambiguous atmosphere of romantic intimacy began to rise at the table.

After a couple of drinks, the faces of the relatives and lovers flushed. Xia Shaohan suggested that everyone take advantage of the farewell dinner to share their innermost thoughts. After receiving everyone's consent, she picked up her wine glass first, stood up, and said, "Let me speak first, as a way of offering my humble opinion tonight."

Turning around, she gazed affectionately at the boy on her left, paused for a moment, as if gathering some courage and passion, and then her moving and melodious voice lingered around the table.

"Twenty years ago, you were a piece of my flesh, and I became your mother; twelve years later, you revisited the place where you were born in another way, and I became your lover; two years later, I gave birth to your child, and I became the mother of your son.

Long'er, by your side, different identities have witnessed our love along the way.

I have never regretted our forbidden love, nor do I care how outsiders will judge us, mother and son. Today, I just want to tell you—my son:

it was you who awakened my dormant love with your devotion; it was you who opened my second spring with your strength, allowing me to enjoy a joy I had never experienced before; it was you who gave me the opportunity to become the mother of your child, to feel the joy of family life through this little one.

I am so willing to be your lifelong partner, to solve your problems, to lean on you with a mother's embrace, and to feel your wild passion. I love you, my forever little rascal, my little lover." The boy was moved to tears by his mother Xia Shaohan's heartfelt words, stood up, and choked out:

"Mom, you brought me into this world with so much hardship, and you sponsored my becoming a man and a father. You not only gave me life, but also raised me and nurtured our love.

It was you who opened another door to life with your body, allowing me to experience the joy you bring me.

I want to thank you, not only with my heart, but also with my body; not only in the past, now, but also for the rest of my life. I will always love you, Mom!" The mother and son drank their wine in one gulp, gazing at each other. At the same time, they opened their arms, and the boy threw himself into the arms of the mature and beautiful Xia Shaohan, tightly embracing her voluptuous body, and emotionally calling out, "Mom!" In the tight embrace, the boy fully inhaled the rich fragrance emanating from Xia Shaohan's body, felt the fullness and elasticity of her breasts, and enjoyed the voluptuous, mature, and rounded body. His lower body involuntarily became erect and vigorous.

Then the two kissed.

Xia Shaohan was immersed in the boy's nimble tongue sucking and teasing in her mouth, his hands caressing her waist. He playfully rubbed his ample, high breasts against her, arousing her until she felt a tingling, numbing sensation, her body weak and limp.

Just then, she heard a few coughs...coughs...and realized she was still at the dining table. Embarrassed, she blushed deeply, hurriedly pushed away the boy's embrace, and sat down shyly and gently.

Grandma Jiang Xue stood up and spoke:

"I never dared to hope that at 60 I could still find and nurture a love. A man's love; a young man's love; a man who satisfies a woman in every way, from appearance to sexual desire. Seven years ago, you recklessly barged into my body, which had been closed off for twenty years, awakening my dormant desires with your young and arrogant member. At that moment, the physical pleasure and the pain of taboo intertwined. Later, I overcame societal norms and started a new relationship. From the bottom of my heart, all my sacrifices cannot compare to the pleasure you gave me, both spiritually and physically." "I feel younger now than I did 20 years ago. I often pray to God, hoping for more days so I can stay with you forever." The boy looked at Jiang Xue, who, thanks to his tireless efforts, was much more beautiful in both skin and figure than she had been years ago. What was especially precious was the allure of her uniquely full figure at nearly 60 years old. He looked at his grandmother with emotion and said, "Dear Grandma, mother of my daughter, the love and vibrant life I feel from you inspire me to love and cherish you even more.

" "Let me say a few words too," Grandma Liang Wanqing then stood up.

"I once thought my life was full of hardships. The early loss of my husband and the middle-aged loss of my son caused me to lose faith in the future. It was my grandson—you—who, with your love, rebuilt my will to live. You rekindled my long-lost sense of pride and awakened my joy as a woman. With your support, I became a mother again. And now, both physically and emotionally, I feel at least ten years younger—all thanks to my little rascal. Like a wild goose that has grown wings and will eventually leave its mother's protection, I am very reluctant to see you go, but I will silently wait for your return." "I'll always wait for you like a little girl." Aunt Chen Limei also raised her glass and stood up, continuing her mother's words: "At today's farewell banquet, I finally understand why Mom and Jiang Xue's mother were willing to get pregnant and have a child for you, my little rascal, even in their fifties. I know this almost shows their wholehearted commitment to this May-December romance and their vow to accompany you through life. Today, I've also figured it out, and I formally ask you—my little lover: let me get pregnant, so that after you leave, there will be someone to rely on, someone who will see your love for me." The boy's heart was in turmoil as he gazed deeply at his lovers.

The little boy, who used to be used to being spoiled and pampered by his mother, grandmother, aunt, and great-aunt, was now moved by everyone's sincere confession.

He didn't actually have such lofty desires; he was just genuinely devoted to the love between his relatives, never expecting that his passion would change the lives and fates of his lovers.

At this point, the boy raised his glass and clinked it with each of his family and lovers, saying loudly, "I sincerely tell you that because of your existence, I have everything. It is because of your selfless dedication that I have so much true affection. I will show you my love for you through my actions." For the next few tens of minutes, the men and women poured out their love to each other, feeding each other sips and glasses, feeling incredibly affectionate.

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