Yue Opera Oiran

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My mother, Xia Shanshan, was an outstanding actress with the Shanghai Yue Opera Troupe, and even won the "Little Hundred Flowers" Award. She was the troupe's undisputed queen, meaning "the most
beautiful among all the flowers." I don't know how to describe her beauty. My mother's beauty wasn't just about sensual pleasure; it stirred
a deep emotion within me—a feeling I couldn't quite define, a mixture of joy and melancholy. Her beauty was both heartbreaking and poignant
; it was as if you'd discovered sunspots, only to find the sun already scorching you...

After Dad left, only Mom and I were left at home. Since we both knew our mother-son relationship was about to end, replaced by a husband-wife
relationship, we quickly adjusted our mindsets and roles. Mom became more like a gentle wife, taking meticulous care of me.
Within a few days, I felt refreshed and my body seemed to have returned to its best condition.

That evening, we came back from our walk, and I was in an exceptionally good mood. I grabbed my mother and started tickling her without any hesitation. She giggled, and I cornered her
on the bed, where we both fell down. I pressed myself against her and kissed her passionately. My mother's body visibly warmed up, and she wrapped her arms around my head
, her tongue slipping into my mouth. Our tongues intertwined, and my hands began to roam over her body.

I wrapped my left arm around my mother's slender waist, and slipped my right hand inside her t-shirt, kneading her full, firm breasts. Then I ripped off her bra and pulled her clothes off
, revealing two snow-white, round breasts. I gently suckled her nipple; it was a familiar feeling, as if
I had returned to infancy, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction. My mother began to react to my actions; she tilted her head back, placed her hands on my
back, closed her eyes, and let out soft moans.

My hand had moved to her waist, and with her cooperation, I easily pulled off her skirt and underwear together. My mother was now completely naked in front of me
. Perhaps instinctively, she quickly covered her genitals with her hands, and I could see the shy look on her face. I stopped what I was doing and began to fully admire
this body I had longed for. I thought, soon she would be completely mine.

I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could and pounced on her. I reached out and released her hand from her genitals; she hesitated for a moment before finally letting go.

I immediately saw my mother's thick, curly pubic hair scattered haphazardly across her private area, the contrast between her snow-white skin and the glossy black hair creating a striking effect.
I parted her legs, and with trembling hands, I pried open her pink labia, only to find them already overflowing with vaginal fluid. I could no longer restrain myself; I aimed my glans
at the entrance of my mother's paradise and thrust it in forcefully. My penis immediately felt a tight, enveloping sensation.

My penis moved slowly inside her, each thrust sending a tingling sensation of soft, downy flesh rubbing against the glans. My mother's lips were slightly parted, her
eyes half-open, languidly watching me. That expression, a mixture of pain and itch, made me quicken my thrusts. Soon, she closed her eyes to escape my burning
gaze. But I grew more vigorous, placing her beautiful legs on my shoulders and thrusting harder, relentlessly pounding into my mother's clitoris.

My mother felt a tingling sensation all over her body from the penetration. She gripped the sheets tightly, her soft, white buttocks swaying upwards in rhythm with my movements. She began to moan and cry out
...

I exerted even more effort, thrusting in and out more vigorously, rotating my hips so that the head of my penis repeatedly rubbed against the tender flesh of her clitoris inside her wetness, until Mom
was panting heavily, drenched in sweat…

I was incredibly proud of myself. I hadn't expected to bring my mother to such a blissful state, like she was in heaven. So, I pressed on with all my might, thrusting twenty or thirty more times. I
heard my mother moaning incessantly; with a loud cry, her body trembled, and she went limp. I knew my mother had submitted to me. This
had extraordinary significance for our future.

After her orgasm, Mom lay motionless on the bed, fully enjoying the lingering pleasure and ecstasy within her. I gazed at the beauty beside me
: her flushed face was streaked with disheveled hair, her naked body glistened with beads of sweat, and her alluring vulva was slowly flowing with lustful fluids…

I lovingly held her in my arms, gently stroking her face and hair. Then we lay down naked together, her head resting on my
arm like a docile little lamb, while one of her small hands playfully teased my nipple. We said nothing, simply savoring this sweetness and warmth. Slowly,

Her hand began to move downwards, and she stroked my penis.

She rolled over and climbed on top of me, shoving my penis into her vagina. With a forceful thrust, it was completely inside. I pretended to look distressed,
but inside I was overjoyed. I thought to myself, "I haven't even ejaculated yet!"

My mother slowly moved on top of me, then bent down to kiss my cheeks, earlobes, and neck before stopping at my chest. She opened her mouth and
licked my nipples with her soft tongue. I felt an electric, tingling sensation throughout my body, and the rhythmic, unhurried movements of her hips made me
feel as if I were floating on clouds.

I couldn't help but start moaning. Perhaps infected by my moaning, my mother gradually became excited as well. Her thrusts quickened noticeably, her head leaving my chest,
moving up and down wantonly like she was riding a horse. I saw her eyes glazed over, her tongue licking her lips, her large breasts swaying with the rhythm of her movements, while
she uttered lewd moans and groans from time to time.

When had I ever seen my mother so wanton? I was overjoyed, so I straightened my back, raised my hips, and thrust upwards towards her clitoris to match her movements.
Each time my glans collided with her clitoris, she let out a soul-stirring moan. Before long, my mother climaxed again, collapsing onto me
, panting heavily.

This time, I didn't let her off easily. Instead, I rolled over with her and pinned her down, then thrust into her again, driving her until she begged for mercy.
I was so excited that I concentrated all my strength on one point and thrust a dozen more times. "Ah!" We both reached our climax at the same time.

That night, I couldn't believe my own strength; I had overpowered my mother, making her fall three times in a row. From that night on, my mother underwent a complete transformation;
she was utterly conquered by me. She became more gentle and virtuous; she would proactively do housework, and she would cook my favorite dishes every day in different ways.

She would dress herself up beautifully every day, and in her spare time, she would snuggle up beside me and sing me songs or perform a few excerpts from Yue Opera. Sometimes I would
ask her to massage my back, scratch my itch, or give me a massage. Everything seemed to have turned around; you know, I used to often try to please her like that. Of course, sometimes
she would also act coquettishly and throw a little tantrum to win my affection. She always urged me to marry her as soon as possible, but because I was worried that my illness would be a burden to her, I hesitated
to agree, which saddened her several times.

One day, my mother timidly told me that she was pregnant. I was shocked. I scolded her, blaming her for not using contraception and telling her to abort
the baby. She threw herself on me and cried.

The next day, we went to get our marriage certificate and also picked up our birth permit. Soon after, my wife, Shanshan, gave birth to a boy,
and everything was normal. We left Shanghai and settled in Zhuhai, where the three of us have lived a warm and sweet life ever since.

【over】

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