Talking only about sex, not love (The Housewife's Chapter) (06)

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Chapter Six - The Wife's Tale - Part One: Love Me, Love My Dog Because of everything that happened last night, I originally planned to confront that damn brat as soon as I got off work today. But because I couldn't sleep all night because of all the overthinking, I woke up this morning feeling completely out of sorts. After noon, I started feeling dizzy, hot and cold, and my breathing became slow and labored – I was clearly sick. Luckily, my boss was perceptive and noticed my illness after only half a day of meetings. He not only told me to take leave but also told me to see a doctor immediately and rest some more… Damn it! I've worked for this boss for two years, and this is the first time he's ever treated me like this. Needless to say, I'm sick because I've overworked myself. This isn't uncommon, so he gave me some medicine, two days of sick leave, told me to rest more, and sent me away… That's fine, at least I can rest at home tomorrow. But two days of sick leave is unusual, so I immediately called my boss to let him know, lest I be absent from work without reason tomorrow. It was already afternoon when I left the clinic. Walking down the street, the scorching sun beat down on me, making me dizzy and exhausted. My body and mind were both draining, and I couldn't help but let my mind wander. I felt like I was an elderly person living alone, with no one to care for me, and I had to go to the doctor and go home alone. In this state, I didn't have the energy to think about anything else. That matter could only be put on hold for now, until…
“Ring ring—ring ring—” The phone rang. Was it a colleague from work calling to check on me? No, it was…he actually called? “…Hello, what’s up?” Although I tried to sound tough, I was too weak to speak properly. My voice was hoarse and barely audible. “Hello? Brother Nan, what…why does your voice sound like this?” That brat, Junjie must have been startled by my tone. “Nothing…” I replied weakly. "Your voice is hoarse, are you sick? Have you seen a doctor?" Junjie asked urgently. "Uh... I just saw one, and I'm going home to rest now." How ironic! I never expected that when I was feeling so desolate, the first person to offer me concern and care would be someone I considered a rival in love—no, not just a rival, but someone I was eager to distance myself from, someone like a demon. After a long pause, I finally asked, "Did you call me because you need something? Just tell me quickly." I was already so sick that it wasn't that I didn't want to seize the opportunity, but I just didn't have the energy and wanted to get rid of him as quickly as possible. "Nothing, I'm just suffering from..." Junjie suddenly stopped, which made me a little impatient. After a long pause, he continued, "By the way, Brother Nan, are you at that mall in XX right now?" I tried to open my tired eyes, looked around, and answered, "...Oh yeah, how did you know?" "No, I'm right behind you," Junjie said. "Nan-ge! There's a seat here, come over!" Jun-jie shouted excitedly from the other side. It was still early, and although the subway car wasn't crowded, Jun-jie's shout immediately made us the center of attention. I forced a smile and waved, subtly, simply, and awkwardly, indicating that I didn't need a seat. Seeing his dazed look, he shook his head and reluctantly gave up his seat before slowly walking back to the corner where I was standing. Although my voice was hoarse from illness, I still tried my best to explain, "Thank you... I'm just sick, not disabled." Jun-jie nodded, responding with a blank "Oh." Seeing his annoying expression, even I, trying to remain calm, couldn't help but ask, "Why did you call me?" "Oh right, I almost forgot," Jun-jie said nonchalantly, "I was going to give you Xiao-min's phone number." Give me Xiao-min's phone number? Such a sudden call, just to give me Xiaomin's phone number? So… Ugh! Wait a minute! My thoughts were jolted, my head felt a bit chaotic and blocked, either completely blank or flooded with information all at once! Right now, I didn't want to think, and couldn't think, so I casually replied, "…No, thank you." "No? Didn't you ask Xiaomin for it?" Junjie said casually. Damn it! Hearing Junjie say that, doesn't that mean Xiaomin already told him about what happened between us last night? Ugh, headache, headache! Damn it! Damn it! Ugh—is there really nothing between them that can be considered a secret?! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it, my head hurts so much! I really shouldn't think so much! Shh! Take a deep breath, calm down! Close your eyes and rest! As long as I can't see this brat's annoying face, my headache should go away on its own! "Really don't want it? Xiaomin told me today that she ran into you on the street last night, but she was in a hurry and forgot to exchange phone numbers, so she specifically asked me to give you her phone number." Junjie said with a nonchalant and dismissive expression. Hearing this, I immediately suppressed my throbbing headache and hurriedly asked, "On the street? In a hurry... She, she really said that?" "No, no." Junjie suddenly smiled, a strange smile on his face. "She told me everything that happened last night." "Uh..." Faced with his evasive and ambiguous words, my headache worsened, and a chill ran down my spine, like the moment I was caught red-handed doing something wrong. "Actually, it's all fake. She didn't say anything." Junjie suddenly added. Despite my throbbing headache and chilly back, I couldn't help but swear, "Fuck you! I'll fuck your mother..." "You actually swore?" Junjie said coldly. "So, do you want her phone number or not?"
"Uh..." Since my head was already throbbing and I'd already lost face, maybe I should just be honest; it might be better for my health. But thinking about it, if this were a battlefield, I'd be like someone who'd been ravaged a thousand times and was still shamelessly begging for mercy! "Fine," I sighed, and said, "...Yes." My head still ached after I saved the number, but since I'd already started talking, I took a deep breath and let the words I'd been suppressing flow naturally. "You...you already know about Xiaoyu and me, right? I mean...you've seen that video, haven't you?" Finally, I'd confessed this secret that had been weighing on my heart, and I felt a little better. Because of this, I suddenly felt quite ready to mentally prepare myself. "Yes, I saw it," Junjie said casually, while playing on his phone. "Transfer it quickly."
Waaaaaah—damn this damn brat, this arrogant jerk! The point isn't whether it transfers quickly or not! Waaaaah! Headache, headache, headache...Oh no! Did my vision go white just now? Am I going to collapse? Why is the contrast so huge! Calm down, calm down...calm down! I can't just collapse like this! If anyone knew I collapsed from anger over something like this, wouldn't I be mortified! Deep breath! Another deep breath! One more time! Breathe—inhale—take another deep breath! Okay, okay! Trying to suppress the twitching on my face, I took a deep breath and said, "Hoo—shh! Alright! Since you've seen it all, shouldn't you… shouldn't you at least do something?" "Um…" Junjie hesitated and stammered, unusually, and after a long pause, he actually asked me, "What should I do?"
Why the hell did he ask me that? But I still tried to control myself and continued rambling on, "Uh—I mean, Xiaoyu is your girlfriend, right? Shouldn't you be a little nervous? At least… at least you should be angry! If I were you, I might grab that person and beat them up, uh? Although, in the end, I'd be the one getting beaten up, but…" What's wrong with him? It's always enemies who come looking for trouble, no one comes looking for trouble. "Oh…" He fell into a state of stammering contemplation again. "What the hell is wrong with him?" Seeing his expression, I was so distressed that I was both laughing and crying at the same time, completely at a loss for words. "Xiaoyu, uh..." Not only did I stammer, but Junjie also frowned, which was rare for him. He said, "She has her own thoughts, right... She's only willing to do this because she likes you, isn't she?" "No! Absolutely not! This... this isn't about whether you have thoughts or not, the point is whether you really like her! It's like possessiveness! You, you won't just give her away, will you? You won't just watch her be with another man... what, what, right!" The more he talked, the more... The more I felt I should calmly accept my fate, the more I realized, "And everything you did afterward, like what you said to Xiaoyu, or introducing your... Xiaomin to me, these are all illogical things!" "Oh, is that so?" At this point, Junjie seemed to have a sudden realization, but after a long pause, he added, "But if it's Brother Nan, I don't think there's a problem... because I'll like anything Xiaoyu likes, so I wanted to share it with you; it's a case of loving someone because of them." Junjie's face remained amiable, his eyes darting around, his tone light and without a lingering tone—an expression that particularly annoyed me. "What? Love me, love my dog?" "Yes, love me, love my dog!" "You, uh..." Although it was hard to say, I still returned to the most important question: "Do you really like Xiaoyu?" "Yes! Of course I like her, I really like Xiaoyu." Junjie answered without hesitation, then hesitated for a moment before continuing, "But she's a complete person, she has her own thoughts. Even if she was confused before, she should know that every thought has consequences. So her decision to do this with you proves that she likes you too, and cares about your feelings, right? So I think, although I like Xiaoyu very much, I can't make any decisions for her based on that, because that's a form of emotional blackmail." "
...Uh?" Damn it! Either he doesn't say anything, or he launches into a long-winded explanation! I heard every word he said, but at this moment, I was speechless, and my head was throbbing—because I couldn't understand at all! I don't know if my thoughts are too mundane, or if Junjie is too extraordinary. When he uttered his profound statement, I seemed to vaguely see a light emanating from him, so dazzling I couldn't look directly at it. So I thought this Junjie must be an alien… or maybe it was just my blood rushing to my head, and I was seeing things for the first time. I really didn't want to get beaten up, and I wanted to understand Junjie's true thoughts! But the more I tried to understand, the more confused I became! Coupled with the excruciating headache and my utterly exhausted body… at that moment, I froze. "Ha! Hmph… Hmph, I'll fuck your mother! Sigh… Ha!" Besides cursing, I was too discouraged to say anything else. "What do you mean?" Hearing this, Junjie lost his composure. Instead, he frowned, and after a long pause, continued, "Although I don't know if you're swearing, my mother died when I was three years old. Brother Nan probably can't have sex with her." As he spoke, his brows and eyes returned to that look I hated. "Uh..." What's wrong with this brat? How can he say these things so calmly and without batting an eye! This isn't just being blunt, it's incredibly frank! But my current physical condition really doesn't allow me to lose my temper any longer, so I could only reply curtly, "Fine, fine, fine! Ugh! I don't want to talk to you anymore, so whether I fuck your mother or you fuck my mother, do whatever you want! Please, I just want some peace and quiet right now!" "Really? Do whatever I want? So, can I fuck your mother too?" "Uh?" Oh no, this time I'm not even sure if he's using profanity. I don't know if I'm just dizzy from being sick, or if I'm really exhausted and need someone to help me... but somehow, I've let Junjie come home with me. If... just if, he really does what he says, then haven't I just let a wolf into the house? Haven't I just given him the green light and tacitly approved of his actions? Although my head was throbbing and my thoughts were in disarray, after calming down a bit, I realized that even if he were to put his ideas into practice, how easy would it really be? I'm still here! Even though I'm delirious right now, he can't just ignore my existence, can he? Unless Junjie wants to force me... but even if he does, would I just stand by and do nothing? I endured the headache and dizziness and thought about it, and decided that I should just relax, otherwise I really would have a heart attack and collapse. "...Mom, I'm home." "Hello, Auntie." After a flurry of noise from the kitchen, my mom walked out of the living room, wiping her hands, and said blankly, "So early? Anan, aren't you supposed to be at work? Why is Xiaojie here too?" "Nan-ge is sick, and I just happened to run into him on the street, so I gave him a ride home." Junjie quickly said, "Sick? Does he have a fever? Let me see." My mom became anxious and immediately stepped forward to place her palm on my forehead, saying, "Oh dear, he really does have a fever! Have you seen a doctor? Does he need medicine? I'll go find some."
"No, no, I just saw the doctor, I'll take my medicine in a bit." My mom isn't very tall, only reaching my shoulder. Sometimes, glancing at her, she really does resemble Xiaoyu by about 70%. She's over forty, a bit plain-looking, with wrinkles appearing on her face with age, and a little middle-aged weight gain, her figure round and a bit flabby. Now, as she waved her hand in front of me, I immediately smelled a mixture of ginger and garlic, probably preparing dinner for tonight. "Then I'll pour you a glass of water. Take your medicine and get some rest. I'll wake you up when dinner is ready." My mom said as she walked towards the kitchen. After my mom left, Junjie and I made eye contact, just a fleeting glance, nothing more... Anyway, Junjie's naturally innocent eyes couldn't hide anything. "Here, have some water. You need to drink more water when you're sick." My mom handed me a glass of warm water, worrying, "Did you eat lunch? Should I cook some porridge for you now? You mustn't take medicine on an empty stomach; it's bad for your spleen and stomach." "Yes, yes, I ate... I'll take my medicine in a bit, don't worry about me." With that, I took the water and went back to my room. "Don't worry, Auntie, I'll take care of Nan-ge." Jun-jie said as he followed me. "Wait a minute, Xiao-jie, why are you here? Don't you have school? Where's Xiao-yu?" My mom asked forcefully. "It's already past four o'clock, school's out early, but Xiao-yu is staying at school to study, she'll probably leave later." Jun-jie said. Well, the situation is indeed a bit awkward, at least that's how I feel. Because standing in front of me is a brat who's been swearing at me nonstop since the beginning. To be honest, I've had my way with married women, the one I had casual sex with when I was working in China. Having sex with that woman in her thirties felt somewhat special, because she was, after all, a married woman, and there was a certain thrill of infidelity. Plus, she was only having sex because she wasn't sexually satisfied… It's fucking awful! Thinking about it, I unconsciously started to picture that woman! This thought gave me goosebumps; it felt incredibly strange and uncomfortable! On one hand, I wanted to reject Junjie's idea—regardless of whether he acted on it, I certainly didn't want it to happen! But on the other hand, I kept convincing myself that because I was sick, I was powerless to face it, and I wanted to test my limits, to calmly observe how things would develop… It's fucking awful! One second I wanted to completely deny it, and now I'm actually starting to look forward to it! Junjie stood behind the door, silently surveying my room. "What do you want?" I asked impatiently after taking my medication. "Nothing, where's your video camera?" Junjie said calmly, his expression unchanged. "What do you want? That video has already been deleted." Mentioning this immediately triggered my nerves. "I don't plan to watch it again." Before I could finish speaking, Junjie had already noticed the camcorder I had on the bookshelf next to me. He continued, "Do you still have those cables?" I stared at him silently for a long time before finally pulling out a large bundle of power cords and cables from my desk drawer. "Oh, so many?" Junjie rummaged through the bundle of coils, muttering, "This isn't... oh, what's this? Is it an audio cable? Uh, this... right, is this the original cable?" It took him quite a while to finally connect the computer and the camcorder by weaving the cables together. Although I was feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded, seeing him turn on my computer and open the camcorder application, I gradually guessed what Junjie was up to—damn it, I was exhausted, with a headache and dizziness! Normally it would be fine, but now it's a crucial moment of inner turmoil! My thoughts are chaotic and sluggish! Reason is bombarding me, urging me to stop his evil deeds! But at the same time, another annoying noise is buzzing in my head, making me incredibly anxious! After a while, my sickly face appeared on the camera app—it's a live broadcast!
"Should be long enough?" Junjie said, taking the connected camera and walking out of the room. And me? Of course, I'm still sitting in the room, anxiously watching what Junjie is doing on the live stream—damn it! Does he want me sitting here, watching this live broadcast? Although it hasn't happened yet, when the screen stops on the sofa in the living room, I know Junjie has set up the camera—but everything on the screen is so unfamiliar! Looking at that sofa, it feels like it's no longer my home. Thinking about this made me even more uneasy. On one hand, I wanted to deny that evil thought, but on the other hand, this unfamiliar scene led my mind into that raging, evil fantasy. "How is it?" Junjie returned to my room silently, glanced at the screen, and said calmly, "Not bad."
"Anan." My mother's voice suddenly came in. Her voice startled us both, so I closed the application and rushed out to answer, "What is it?" "Did you take your medicine? By the way, do you want to take a shower before resting?" My mother said, standing by the door, unaware of the particularly conspicuous, shiny black transmission cable that peeked out from under my bedroom door. "No need, I'll go to sleep soon," I said, trying to sound calm, as I pushed my mom back into the living room. "Alright, alright, don't worry about me too much, I'll rest... You go do your own thing." After getting rid of my mom, I quickly scanned the living room, following the angle of the screen, and soon found the location of the camcorder—it was on the TV stand, in a small corner filled with DVDs and a DVD player that had been gathering dust for a long time. Placing the camcorder there was like naturally blending into the background, without any deliberate attempt to hide it. I had just returned to my room when Junjie came out on his own. He gave me a wink and then walked to the kitchen, saying, "Auntie, can I stay for dinner tonight?" "Sure, but don't you need to go home?" My mom's voice came faintly. Without interfering with the transmission cable, I carefully closed the door, then eagerly sat down at the computer, unable to look away from the live stream. "No one's home tonight, so you'll only have instant noodles when you get back." After closing the door, the sounds outside became faint, so I immediately put on my headphones and eavesdropped on their conversation through the live stream camera. "Okay, but you can't just sit here waiting for food... Take this out and pick it carefully, remove the old, yellow, and bug-eaten ones." "Yes, ma'am." After a while, Junjie finally entered the frame with a basket of vegetables, sat on the sofa, and began his work. Although it was only the beginning, the surging emotions within me were uncontrollable—staring at the screen, reason vanished, only the intense, exciting anticipation sustained my weary body and mind, like a stimulant stopping my headache! But... quite some time passed before Mom's figure finally appeared on screen, inspected Junjie's progress, chatted about some everyday things, and then disappeared. Damn it! What is Junjie doing! Wasn't he so confident just now? Shouldn't he be doing something now—this is fucking terrible! I never imagined that it would only be the beginning, but I'd already unknowingly switched sides, now hoping Junjie would make his move soon and... no! It's clearly not that simple. Maybe, deep down, I just want to see Junjie fail, see him labeled a pervert by my mom, and then be kicked out the door, so I can watch with my eyes as his relationship with Xiaoyu falls apart... That's right! That's what I'm thinking! Oh no, am I bargaining? Have I already gone through the five stages of grief? After some time, the scene remained monotonous and dull, and that extremely excited feeling gradually waned, even becoming boring. Perhaps because of the dramatic ups and downs in my mood, and also because of a cold and the fatigue from taking medicine, I gradually felt extremely tired... No matter how hard I tried to stay awake, my eyelids would still close naturally due to their weight. When I woke up from a deep sleep, all I saw was a vast expanse of blue sky outside. I didn't know what time it was. I lazily tossed and turned in bed for a while before sitting up straight—my head felt a little heavy and my body ached a bit, but I felt more relaxed and comfortable than before, without the dizziness and headache. Sure enough, after taking the medicine and resting, I felt better. Not long after, I heard some faint noises outside, like people talking… Wait a minute! Outside?
The computer's off! Who came and turned it off without my permission? How long have I been asleep? It's still early outside! Before I could even process what was happening, a sense of anxious fear had already taken over my head—but when I opened the door, I was surprised to find Xiaoyu, dressed in her school uniform, standing outside, ready to turn the doorknob. We both fell silent, our eyes meeting, mouths agape, hesitant to speak. "I wanted to sneak a peek at you," Xiaoyu whispered, pushing me back into the room. Suddenly, she hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and asked, "Are you feeling better?" "Uh…uh, much better now." I was so startled I could barely react, but in an instant, the warm feeling of someone caring for me filled my heart, and I immediately hugged my adorable little sister tightly. My brother and I had only been cuddling for a short while when we heard other noises, and we immediately separated. "Anan, are you awake?" My mother came over, looking energetic, and said, placing her hand on my forehead. "It seems the fever has gone down. You should be fine after taking one more dose of medicine. Are you going to work today?" "No, no... I took the day off." For some reason, I suddenly felt guilty in front of my mother at this moment... even though I wasn't sure if something had happened. "Okay then, can you take another dose of medicine now? I'll cook you some porridge." My mother didn't ask any questions. After saying that, she looked at my sister and me and said to Xiaoyu in a parental tone, "Xiaoyu, aren't you going out yet? You got up late earlier, weren't you in a hurry? Hurry up, you're going to be late for school."
"Okay, okay," Xiaoyu huffed, sticking her tongue out at her mother's retreating back before waving goodbye to me with a beaming smile. "Anan, go wash up first, it'll be ready soon." With that, her mother quickly turned and left. At the same time, she heard the sound of a door closing, probably because Xiaoyu had gone to school. After a while, I slowly walked out of the room, glancing around as I passed through the hall... Damn it! When I saw the camcorder still on the stand, I almost couldn't help but curse! But upon closer inspection, I saw that all the wires had been unplugged. After confirming that my mother was still working in the kitchen, I carefully picked up the camcorder, wanting to... Damn it! Where's the memory card? Where did it go? Right, it's not hard to imagine that Junjie must have removed the camcorder's memory card. Well, there are only two reasons he removed the memory card, right? One is that if he really filmed something shady, leaving it where it was wasn't safe! Secondly, nothing was actually filmed inside, and nothing really happened, but Junjie removed the memory card to save face and destroy evidence... I tried to deny the first idea, but unfortunately, the second idea was too far-fetched and didn't fit the ending I expected. So the question arises: what did he want after removing the memory card? A little while later, Mom brought out some hot porridge for me and asked, "Do you want to eat in the living room or in your room?" "Uh, in my room, I'll take the porridge, thank you, and then I went back to my room dejectedly. Mom continued with her own things. The whole thing was very uneventful, as uneventful as my daily life at home, which made me even more discouraged. Because from my mom's face, appearance, and behavior, I couldn't see anything different about her. Her expression and mannerisms were no different from usual; she was still a very unsophisticated housewife. Of course, information is still limited, and I can't say for sure what happened yesterday. But if something really happened, and my mom is still so calm, isn't she a bit too composed? And if something really did happen yesterday, and Junjie really did stay for dinner, then… wasn't he eating a mother-daughter donburi last night?! Ugh! What a terrible name! In short, although I was uneasy, I went back to my room and sat in front of the computer to eat my porridge. Soon, my mom knocked on the door and came in, saying, "I'm going downstairs to buy something. Take your medicine and rest a bit… If you want to eat more, there's still porridge in the pot." After saying that, my mom quickly left. I only felt relieved after hearing the door close. Should I call Junjie now? To find out what happened yesterday, no… to find out where the memory card is. But they should have started class by now, so calling him now doesn't seem like a good idea. I turned on the computer and opened the camcorder application… but there was nothing there. I searched everywhere but couldn't find any decent video files. After staring blankly for a while, I suddenly noticed something peculiarly hidden under the keyboard—the camcorder's memory card! Damn! It really was the memory card! It was right there! What a stroke of luck! I plugged it into the converter, immediately opened the file, and quickly found the one whose modification date was yesterday, and which was also the largest file! My excitement surged tenfold, I was even trembling slightly. At that moment, with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, I started playing the video file… The initial footage was erratic, probably when Junjie was setting up the shots. I'd seen that before, so I adjusted the timeline—very carefully, afraid of jumping too far ahead! Damn it, I really didn't know what I was thinking at that moment, but I really didn't want to miss a single detail—until I saw Junjie sitting on the sofa, picking vegetables from a basket, I continued playing normally. In the video, Mom walked back and forth several times without lingering, until Junjie had picked out most of the vegetables from the basket. Only then did she sit down and say something to Junjie—headphones! "...You don't need to take them off whole, just tear them like this. If you do this, you won't even get half a pound of vegetables to eat after buying a pound." My mom said. "Oh, I see." Junjie replied, then noticed my mom rubbing her arm and said, "Auntie, does your hand hurt?" "A little, it's been a long time since I've had it." Mom glanced around, then said as she left the camera's view, "I'm going to check the stove in the kitchen." After a while, seeing that Junjie had finished picking out the vegetables, he carried the basket to the kitchen and returned with a soda in his hand. A little while later, my mom returned to the living room and sat next to Junjie, and then—she actually let Junjie take her hand! Damn it, no, I should say damn it! They made physical contact! What happened between them in the kitchen? What nonsense did Junjie say that made my mom offer her delicate hand to this brat?! "Yes, right here, my arm is a little sore.""What about your shoulders? Do you want me to massage them?" "Sure, please." "Auntie, your shoulder muscles are very tight. Do you usually do heavy work?" In no time, Junjie's hand was already around my mother's shoulder. "Ha, what job around the house isn't hard work? Washing clothes, grocery shopping, cooking, washing dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, and a whole bunch of other chores... Even if they're not hard work, you have to do them every day, how can it not be tiring?" Although Mom's face was turned to the side, I could tell from her slightly closed eyes that she was enjoying the massage Junjie was giving her. "You can assign some tasks." "Assign some to whom?" Mom paused before saying, "My husband works six days a week, he's already tired enough, and Anan is no less so, he has to work overtime every day, he's already exhausted, I'm afraid he'll ruin his health like this... And even if it's Xiaoyu, her grades this year are very important for her future university entrance, I don't dare ask her to work." Hearing Mom say this, the evil thought I had was suddenly gone, and all that was left was gratitude and guilt. "Oh, have you thought about hiring a maid to help?" "No... Honestly, money is hard to earn. I can eat and walk, why should I spend that kind of money?" My mother sighed and then said, "I just want them to be filial to me, and to give me a massage when they have time." In just these few minutes, I not only couldn't see Junjie's ulterior motives, but I was also a little ashamed and moved by my mother's words, which extinguished my lust inexplicably... Damn it, no, damn it! If this continues, I think I will burst into tears of shame on the spot, and even the courage to take off my underwear will be overwhelmed by shame. "Oh, then I'll give Auntie massages from now on." "I'm glad you don't mind." Mom suddenly realized and said, "By the way, I wonder if Anan is asleep yet... I'll go check on him." "Uh... let me do it." With that, Junjie dashed away from the screen and took quite a while to return, saying, "Auntie, Brother Nan is already asleep." In my memory, I have absolutely no recollection of Junjie ever coming back to the room... So, I must have fallen asleep around this time. "That son of mine..." Mom suddenly sighed, a hint of melancholy in her voice. "Having him is such a blessing. He's very responsible and family-oriented. A few years ago, when he found out I couldn't work anymore, he would take on part-time jobs, and he'd give me most of his salary, saying it was for pocket money and to save up for Xiaoyu's college expenses... Now he's working like crazy, always working overtime. I wonder if that's why he and his girlfriend broke up because they didn't have time to see each other." "I see." After saying that, Junjie continued without changing his expression, "Does Auntie want a massage?" That damn brat! While I was almost moved to tears, he was still thinking about this... Ugh! If I didn't know this happened yesterday, I would have been tempted to go out and punch him right then and there! "Hmm?" Mom glanced at the time, thought for a moment, and continued, "Alright, anyway, Anan is resting, and it's still early." Surprisingly, she agreed. Junjie calmly went behind Mom and began massaging her shoulders with both hands. "Auntie, is your bra a little tight? It feels like it's sunk into your flesh." As Junjie spoke, his hands brazenly groped Mom's shoulders and back. "Really? I usually wear this size." "Could it be that the straps are too tight? Although they provide good support, doing this all the time can cause neck and back pain, and it's also easy to get edema." Damn it! You think he's lying? "Really, the ladies next door have all said I'm a little swollen these past few days." Damn it! You really believe his lies? "I think you should get a better bra, or loosen the straps a bit... But actually, you don't need to wear a bra at home, you can just wear one when you go out. After all, wearing one all the time isn't good for blood circulation." Junjie, that brat, he just wants to convince my mom to take off her bra so you can take advantage of her, and he can say it so confidently, without even blushing! "I've thought about it, but I'm getting old and I don't want to bother. I don't want to take it off when I wear it, and I don't want to wear it when I take it off." "Then you can wear those shapewear bras. A comfortable one can be worn all day without any problem, and for someone like you with a fuller figure, it can help maintain the lines of your chest and waist." Doesn't this conversation between him and my mom sound all too familiar? Visually, the more I look at Junjie, the more he seems like a sissy, with fair skin, a thin figure, and pretty boy features... Although I know he's not really like that, and he's having ulterior motives towards my mom. "What do you mean by 'maintaining your figure'? Auntie has had two kids, and it's a miracle you haven't gotten fat like a sow." "But Auntie's figure is really good, I even want to peek at it." This little devil has finally shown his true colors! "Heh, you're so sweet..." My mom said, opening her mouth as if to say something but then stopping, leaving me hanging. "Auntie, would you like to lie down? I'll give you a back massage." My mom paused after hearing this, glanced around, her gaze quickly meeting the camera, then stopping on the TV stand... the wall clock hanging there. Although my mom didn't realize the camera was secretly filming, that fleeting glance made me instinctively look away, unable to look her in the eye, like a child who had done something wrong and didn't dare admit it. "Okay." With that, my mom adjusted her posture, then calmly lay down on the sofa, folded her hands under her head, and let Junjie sit beside her to massage her. As soon as Junjie's hand touched my mother's neck and shoulders, she let out a series of alluring sighs. These sighs sounded like moans, yet also like cries of pain. "The muscles here are very tight." "Yeah... um, a little harder is fine too." I never expected my mother to say something so sexually suggestive. "Okay." Junjie responded and applied pressure, making my mother's cries even louder. After a while, he suddenly said, "Auntie, do you mind if I unbutton your clothes?" "...Um, okay." Damn it, did you even hear what he said? The button he said he wanted to unbutton wasn't anything else, it was the clasp on your bra! Although I knew this was taken yesterday and couldn't be changed now, I was still incredibly nervous sitting in front of the computer, with an urge to run outside and stop Junjie's wicked actions! At that moment, Junjie's movements were slow and delicate, pulling my mother's clothes up little by little, exposing her full back and the gray bra straps. Mom just glanced back at him casually, then let Junjie unhook her bra—before I could even feel indignant, the clasp was gone, but my gaze was drawn to the thin red mark on Mom's back. "The bra strap was really too tight, it left a red mark." "Hmm, is it serious?" "Not really, but a little edema." Still lying! Mom was silent for a long time after hearing this, then said seriously, "...Do you think it could be lymphedema?"The mark caught my attention. "The bra strap was way too tight; it left a red mark." "Hmm, is it serious?" "Not really, but there's some swelling." Still bluffing! Mom listened in silence for a long time before saying seriously, "...Do you think it could be lymphedema?"The mark caught my attention. "The bra strap was way too tight; it left a red mark." "Hmm, is it serious?" "Not really, but there's some swelling." Still bluffing! Mom listened in silence for a long time before saying seriously, "...Do you think it could be lymphedema?"
Junjie, as soon as he heard this, seemed to immediately understand what my mother was talking about. Without changing his expression, he said casually, "Oh, it shouldn't be. These are probably just poor blood circulation, since they're only noticeable in your neck and shoulders. So it's probably just because your bra is too tight." What nonsense! Edema and lymphatic problems? I didn't understand a single word they were saying! "Really? You seem to know a lot about these things." "Not really, I've just read some related books before." As Junjie spoke, he placed his hand directly on the back of my mother's neck, but the pressure was noticeably lighter, and my mother stopped screaming like before. "Hmm? Are you stimulating my lymph nodes?" my mother asked, tilting her head slightly. "Yes." "Heh, where did you learn all this? Your technique is very similar to the doctor my friend recommended." What! My mother actually believed him? "I told you I learned it from a book." "I don't believe you. Your technique and placement are so accurate, and you even know not to press too hard." "Okay, okay, I learned it from a friend. He's always studying this kind of thing." After Junjie pressed a few more times, my gaze was drawn to my mom's bra straps. Every time Junjie's hands pressed back and forth, the two gray straps swayed back and forth like willow branches in the wind. "Really? Then you have to tell me about it. I want to learn more too... Wait a minute." As she spoke, my mom suddenly arched her back, like a kitten stretching, and her hands alternately reached into her clothes to pull and tug—at that moment, from under her pulled-up clothes, two eye-catching big breasts popped out and hung in front of her chest. I don't know if Junjie peeked at it, but from the camera angle, he captured my mom's sexy and alluring moment perfectly. That fleeting glimpse seemed to stop my heart—no, it should have made it race… I immediately rewound the timeline, freezing the scene at that stunning moment! Damn, no, my mom's breasts are really big! How come I never noticed before! Especially in this prone position, those plump breasts hanging there are even bigger, so tempting and alluring! As I stared intently, my thoughts abruptly skipped over reason, and all my preoccupation suddenly surged into a torrent! "Pull it for me." After a while of commotion, my mom suddenly said, as her bra strap slipped off her arm. Junjie tugged at the strap, and my mom immediately wrapped it around her arm. After a moment, she pulled the gray bra out from her neckline, saying cheerfully, "This way it won't get in your way, right?"
"Oh, okay." Junjie remained calm and composed, completely unaware of the change in his expression. This time, Junjie pulled my mom's clothes up again, and my mom even moved her body to pull them up even higher. Even... just after the clothes were pulled past her chest, my mom slightly lifted her upper body, and those two big, white, tender breasts immediately popped out, bouncing around. Then she pressed her body down, squeezing those soft flesh into an extremely alluring shape, just like that, exposed and hanging on her chest. My mom probably knew that a half-naked upper body would arouse fantasies, so she warned, "You better massage properly, don't get any bad ideas." "No problem." Junjie continued massaging almost without changing his expression. Looking at him, I couldn't even notice the strangeness in his crotch... unlike me, who had only glanced at my mom's breasts, and my lower body was shamelessly aroused. "Your technique is really professional. Do you often massage Xiaoyu?" "No, she doesn't have any problems with edema." I didn't know anything about lymphatic drainage or massage techniques; I only knew that Junjie wasn't pressing down hard at all, or rather, it was almost a caress. His hands kept wandering down from my mom's shoulders, running to her armpits to caress her. In other words, this brat must have already touched the soft flesh bulging out of my mom's breasts! "That's true... youth is wonderful." Mom seemed completely unconcerned about her breasts being touched and massaged at will!
"No, this has nothing to do with age. It's just a bra issue for Auntie." After a while, Junjie actually took the initiative to say, "Want to massage the front too?" Hearing this, my mom raised her head as if she thought about it—and refused! Mom, I'm already satisfied with just a glimpse of your breasts—after a while, she actually nodded, then pulled up her shirt and slowly turned around to lie face up on the sofa. Seeing my mom's acquiescence, before I could even curse her naivety and not know Junjie's wicked intentions, my gaze was already drawn to her chest... Because her clothes weren't properly adjusted, my mom's erect breasts made the clothes bulge, and two tempting nipples were still clearly protruding at the tips. My mom glanced at her chest, gave an awkward laugh, and crossed her arms to cover herself. She said to Junjie, "Don't stare, this is the first time Auntie has had a massage from a guy." "Auntie's breasts are big." Damn Junjie! How could he say that to my mom without batting an eye? And that wasn't all. His hand actually went straight to my mom's upper chest, pressing back and forth around her shoulder blades and armpits, and shamelessly asked, "Does Uncle give you massages every night?" This time, I finally understood what kind of massage Junjie was talking about. "Don't joke around, Auntie will be embarrassed." Looking closely, I noticed that my mom's face was a little red, and her expression was only an awkward smile. "I'm not joking, I really want to touch them." "...I told you not to get any bad ideas." My mom warned again, but this time her tone wasn't as harsh as before. No sooner had he finished speaking than Junjie's hands quickly moved to my mother's chest, then moved around to the area below her breasts, pressing back and forth, and even squeezing under her arm that was placed in front of her chest. In other words... instantly, my mother slapped Junjie's arm with a "smack," the force neither too hard nor too light, and then said seriously, "You perverted boy, I told you not to, but you still dare to touch me." "I really have to touch it, so you'll know I wasn't joking, Auntie." As he spoke, Junjie repeated his old trick, rubbing and pressing along the edge of her breasts with both hands. "What nonsense are you talking about?" My mom was both amused and exasperated, pushing Junjie's hands away while awkwardly asking, "I know how far things have progressed between you and Xiaoyu... Didn't you touch Xiaoyu's too? Not satisfied yet?" "It's precisely because I touched Xiaoyu's that I wanted to touch Auntie's even more, but now it seems that Xiaoyu didn't inherit any of the good parts." Listening to Junjie's casual, lewd jokes with my mom, and seeing her amused and exasperated expression, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine—it was just a few words, yet Junjie had already charmed my mom so much that she not only took off her bra but also let him play with her breasts at will! Wasn't that terrifying enough? "Hehe." My mom's reaction was completely opposite to what I expected. She laughed wildly, her large breasts bouncing and swaying, radiating a spring-like allure. After a while, she calmed down, and while letting Junjie massage her, she said, "You lecherous boy, you're so smooth-talking, and you even know how to massage! How many naive girls have you fooled this year?" That's right, Mom, if you just follow this line of thinking, you'll soon see through Junjie's wicked plan! "Oh, excluding Xiaoyu, Auntie, you're the first naive girl I've fooled," Junjie said calmly. "Hehehehehe." Mom was amused and laughed uncontrollably, looking nothing like a woman in her early forties. After a long while, Mom stopped laughing, pulled Junjie's hand away, sat up straight, and said, "Alright, that's enough, it's getting late, I need to cook... Oh, isn't it five o'clock yet?" Very good! Go cook quickly! "Yes, I've only been pressing for a little while." Hearing this, I glanced at the timeline of the entire video. It's not even halfway through yet, so what has happened after that?! "Well..." Mom hesitated for a moment, looked at Junjie, and unexpectedly said, "Then could you please press me a little longer, okay? But don't press on the top anymore, lest you, you lecherous kid, get restless again." Damn it, no, damn it! Didn't you just wake up? How did you turn around and fall into Junjie's trap again!
"No problem, where do you want me to press?" "Uh, my stomach, can you press there?" As she spoke, Mom lay down flat and even pulled up her shirt... albeit only a little bit. "Okay." Junjie replied and placed his hand on my mom's lower abdomen, pressing with the same light, caressing pressure. "Is it chubby?" "It's alright, girls are more comfortable to touch when they're a little chubby." He was basically flirting with my mom!
"I don't mean chubby, I mean water retention." "No, your abdomen is quite elastic; it bounces back immediately when you press it." "...So that means it's not water retention, but rather that I've really gained weight in the center." From my mother's words, I understood the man's dilemma. Saying she had water retention was wrong, but saying she was obese was also wrong. "Even if you're fat, you're not extremely fat. Auntie's figure has a certain quality to it."
"Heh, you're teasing me again... While you're at it, could you take a look at my thighs? I've been sitting a lot lately with some friends in a community computer class, I wonder if there's any swelling." "That's not easy to see, your pants are too loose." Junjie said this, as if he was going to take my mom's pants off! He continued, "Then I'll give you a massage." As he spoke, his hand moved to my mom's lower body area—damn! It was completely different from what I expected, his hand wasn't on her thighs, but on the inner thighs near her genitals! What surprised me even more was that my mom didn't seem to care, casually saying, "So, is there any?"
"It doesn't seem so, but I'll massage it again." At that moment, Junjie's hand slowly moved along the inside of my mother's thigh! At first glance, if I didn't know they were massaging some damn lymph nodes, I would have thought this brat was masturbating my mother's genitals! "Hmm... okay." My mother's voice suddenly became very soft, and her expression seemed a little bewildered. Suddenly, Junjie lifted one of my mother's thighs and massaged the inside of her thigh from top to bottom. After a while, he switched to the other thigh and massaged the inside of her thigh in the same way, then placed his hand on my mother's genitals for a while... 'Smack—' My mother slapped Junjie again, laughing awkwardly and angrily, "Don't pinch me like that." "Auntie's butt is very bouncy, do you usually do yoga?" Hearing him say that, did he just touch my mother's butt? "No, it's too hard, but I did Pilates a while ago." Then came something I didn't understand: "Reverse cycling?" Junjie, still without batting an eye, massaged my mom's inner thighs as he spoke. "Yeah, it's really helpful, but... it's tiring." For some reason, my mom's voice trembled slightly. "You can also sit on an exercise ball," Junjie said. "Yes, um... okay, no need to press down there anymore." My mom's face grew increasingly flushed. "Then I'll massage your lower abdomen a bit," Junjie readily agreed. "Mmm." Seeing my mom's reaction, besides secretly pinching her butt, I didn't know what else had happened, so I rewound the timeline back to the scene earlier—after watching it carefully again, I realized that after Junjie's hand massaged my mom's inner thighs for a while, her expression turned as if she'd been electrocuted. After several times, my mother's face flushed and her voice trembled. She finally told Junjie to stop pressing on her lower body... Although she couldn't see anything, it was obvious that Junjie had touched her genitals under some pretext! At this moment, Junjie placed his hands on my mother's lower abdomen again, gently pressing back and forth as before. And each time he pressed around, my mother's clothes were pushed up a little, until the lower edge of her breasts was exposed before she stopped him. "...You lecherous boy, trying to take advantage of me again?" "Yes." Damn it! Junjie, you don't have to answer so bluntly! "Tsk, you little pervert! You dare to say yes?" My mother glanced at Junjie, her face flushed, and said tenderly, "...Auntie is getting old, her figure has changed, and her skin is wrinkled, what's good about that?" "No, Auntie is still very beautiful, and because Auntie is a little chubby, her skin looks very firm.""While it's true that you have to play innocent even when you've taken advantage, isn't this brat being a bit too blunt? After all, not many girls like to hear descriptions like 'chubby' or 'fat.' 'Brainy kid,' my mom glared at Junjie with a half-smile, then added, '...Just play around, don't go too far.' Damn it! What does that mean? Is it tacit approval or disapproval? Junjie didn't seem to care, his hands roaming freely over my mom's body, tentatively pushing up her top point by point. Soon, the lower edge of her breasts was exposed. Although my mom was still consciously pulling down her clothes and offering pointless resistance, it was completely ineffective against Junjie's continuous onslaught. Gradually, she even turned her head and hid her face in the sofa—now that's it, even I could see that my mom was resigned to Junjie's almost caressing massage, so Junjie became even more unrestrained. 'Ugh, um—' my mom suddenly murmured." His hands were already inside my mother's shirt. Although I couldn't see it, I was sure his hands were shamelessly kneading that big mound of soft flesh... Damn it! Despite my reluctance, seeing my mother lying there like a piece of meat on a chopping board, letting Junjie play with her, my lower body still reacted shamelessly. "Enough... enough, stop playing..." my mother suddenly said in a sobbing voice, while pulling Junjie's hand, as if she was using all her strength to pull Junjie's hand away from her breast. Despite my mother's first strong resistance, Junjie did not change his expression, nor did he give up. Instead, he split his forces and pressed my mother, who was trying to get up, back onto the sofa. Then, this hand continued to tentatively caress her upper body. Even with his hand pulled away, it didn't stop, moving down her abdomen. Taking advantage of the pressure, his fingertips lightly pressed her belly before sneaking into her pants, where they began to move around, like a little mouse playing inside. "This, this is... enough! Xiao Jie... you've had enough! This is going too far..." At this moment, my mother turned her head away, her brows furrowed, her limbs struggling weakly, her mouth only able to murmur her complaints. However, all of this couldn't stop Jun Jie's hands from roaming over her body. Her top could no longer conceal her exposed breasts, and her pants were forcibly torn open. Each time her breasts were touched, my mother's muscles trembled, as if she were silently enjoying that electric-like pleasure. "No! Enough, stop... stop! Ugh—" Although my mother had already cried out to stop in a trembling voice, Jun Jie remained oblivious and deaf. Hearing this soft moan, my feelings became even more complicated. Although my mom's two large breasts were quite attractive, I was more concerned about her lower body's reaction! At that moment, I didn't care that she had clenched her thighs together, but it didn't help much; there was a noticeable undulation in her crotch—damn it! Even though I couldn't see it clearly, I knew that Junjie was really masturbating my mom's genitals, and maybe he had even stuck his fingers inside and was digging around! And those soul-stirring moans that were now reaching my ears were coming from my mom's mouth! "Ugh—Jie, um, stop—you, ugh—that's too much, you, how could you do this—ugh, Auntie is in pain, ugh—" Looking at this lewd scene, for a moment I thought I was watching porn, thinking that the person in the video just happened to resemble someone… but the woman in this scene really was my mom! Ugh! Damn it! The moment Junjie was lewdly playing with her on the sofa, I was sound asleep in the next room. Then, the next morning, I found myself sitting in front of the computer watching this regretful video—my mind was buzzing incessantly, driving me crazy! But after all those thoughts, overwhelmed by shame, I had to admit my physical reaction—a very strong one! So strong that it erased my last shred of reason, letting my penis rage and thrash wildly! "Enough, enough! Enough… Auntie really feels terrible, please stop." My mother suddenly curled up as if electrocuted, grabbing Junjie tightly with both hands, her cheeks flushed, tears welling in her eyes, her voice trembling as she pleaded. "…Auntie, you should know this isn't what pain feels like, right?" "Hmm? No… it's not like that, this…" Before she could finish speaking, Junjie suddenly pulled his hand out of his pants… Damn it! Two fingers, no, almost his entire palm was wet, covered in a clear, glistening liquid! Could that be my mom's vaginal fluid? That damn brat! He even deliberately showed off his lewd, stringy movements in front of my mom, making her too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Suddenly, Junjie tried to pull down my mom's pants, but she resisted, pleading, "Please stop playing with me..." Junjie didn't say a word, completely ignoring my mom's resistance, and with a whoosh, he pulled down my mom's pants and underwear—this was the first time I had ever seen my mom's naked lower body since I was old enough to understand, and I never expected it to be under these circumstances! Although it was a bit far away and I couldn't see very clearly, I could still see that her genitals were covered with thick, shiny black hair, like a secret garden that had been neglected for a long time. "Ah—" My mother cried out in embarrassment as her pants were pulled down, quickly covering her lower body and pleading in a tearful voice, "Xiao Jie, please don't bully Auntie anymore! I... I'm Xiao Yu's mother, you can't do this... Anan is still in the room, what if we wake him up...?" Although my mother had squeezed her thighs tightly together, Jun Jie still managed to pull her pants down, leaving only a small, unfashionable gray pair of underwear hanging on her calves. Hearing my mother's pleading and crying, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, hating that what I was seeing had become a reality! But in that instant, when I looked down and saw my own bulging crotch, I had to question myself... If I hadn't fallen asleep yesterday and had witnessed the whole thing unfold, would I really have rushed out of the room to rescue her immediately? "Don't worry, Nan-ge is sleeping soundly now." With that, Jun-jie pulled my mother to adjust her position, then knelt between her thighs, ignoring her struggles, and pried open her tightly closed legs—that was my mother's secret garden! That's where I came from! And at this moment, that secret garden was exposed to another man, its appearance completely exposed! "No! I'm serious, Xiao-jie…don't do this! I beg you, don't look there…" Perhaps because of Jun-jie's words, my mother didn't dare to scream. After a while, Jun-jie leaned forward again, burying his head even more between my mother's thighs. Soon, my mother's body convulsed as if electrocuted. She squeezed her eyes shut, wrinkles and tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. Her hands were still pushing against Jun-jie, but her mouth was already making murmuring sounds, "Please…um—no…don't do this, oh, umm—"
Is this brat licking my mom's pussy? Seeing this, seeing my mom suddenly become so wanton, my anger and embarrassment intensified, and my body reacted even more obediently, intensely stimulating my head! "Auntie, relax, okay? This will feel better." While licking my mom's pussy, Junjie calmly pulled down his pants. Although the camera only showed Junjie's buttocks, I'm sure he had already revealed his thick, 20-centimeter-long penis. Hearing Junjie's words, my mom finally snapped out of her pleasure, opened her eyes, tears streaming down her face. However, she probably never expected that what appeared before her was such a magnificent penis! At that moment, my mother seemed to realize what Junjie was about to do. She panicked and pleaded again, "Jie, you can't do this, I... I'm Xiaoyu's mother, you can't do this... Ah, you can play with Auntie's body, okay? But you can't do this! Really! I... you can't do this, okay?" She had been played with like this, if it were me, how could I possibly stop there—damn it! Watching my mother beg Junjie for mercy, this hateful and shameful thought flashed through my mind! In a short while, Junjie had already picked up my mother's thighs and placed them on his hands, holding his penis, his body sank down, and the red glans had already disappeared into the dense bush. At that moment, my mother's body writhed violently, whether from external stimulation or a desire to break free, but nothing could stop Junjie's penis from slowly penetrating her vagina. Watching that large penis enter my mother's vagina, my reason vanished. Driven by intense shame and excitement, I hastily pulled out my own penis and began masturbating. The scene before me told me that my mother had truly been fucked by another man—the vulgarities I usually uttered casually, like "Who fucked your mother? Fuck her mother," were now actually happening to my mother! "Ah—" When that bloodless penis plunged all the way in, completely disappearing into my mother's vagina, she cried out in unrestrained pleasure. It was that kind of excited, wanton, and ecstatic cry of joy—her face was a mixture of emotions, her features taut from the throbbing, her brows furrowed, her eyes tearful, but more than anything, filled with panic and shame. The scream was so loud that I believe it would have reached my room if I hadn't fallen into a deep sleep yesterday. After that scream, a moment of confusion flashed across my mother's face, then she quickly covered her face with her hands, her mouth shut, shaking her head violently, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at Junjie. "Ugh, how, how could this be—ugh—" Listening to my mother's suppressed screams, and watching that enormous scrotum slowly slap back and forth, that thick penis going in and out, my feelings were incredibly complex. This scene was as obscene as a pornographic film, no, even more obscene! I had never imagined that I would witness my conservative, old-fashioned mother in such a wretched state. One moment she was recounting the hardships of life, the next, her vagina was being ravaged by a thick, fleshy penis—shameless, irrational, my mind and body were assimilated by the film, reduced to nothing but lustful excitement. "Ugh, ugh—mmm, ugh—ugh, ugh—" I couldn't tell if it was my mom's murmured moans or the sound of her sobbing with her head down. "Auntie, is it comfortable?" "Ugh, mmm—ugh—" Faced with this shameful question, my mom just shook her head violently with her head hanging down. "Not comfortable? Then can I go faster?" "Ugh, no—ugh, faster, mmm, mmm ahh—mmm ahh, no—" As soon as she finished speaking, Junjie's thrusting speed immediately increased, and the strong impacts pushed my mom down, making her feel like she was about to sink into the sofa. Watching his scrotum violently slapping back and forth, and his pair of round breasts bouncing up and down as he fucked her, the two danced together in a lewd scene. "Ugh, ahhh—no, ah, too fast—ah, slower, ahhh, too, too fast—" Hearing my mother's cries, Junjie slowed down his thrusting, even pausing for a moment, and asked, "Didn't you want me to go faster?" "I…" At this moment, my mother's expression was a mixture of bitterness and joy, her eyes filled with tears, and she stammered shyly, "Auntie hasn't done it in a long time, too… too fast, it will feel very uncomfortable." "Okay, then I'll slow down." Saying that, Junjie started thrusting again, but this time the speed was more steady. "How is it now?" "Hmm, hmm—" My mother didn't answer, but just nodded, covering her face. "How long has it been since Auntie had sex?" Junjie pulled away my mother's hands covering her face and asked, but to no avail, my mother didn't want to open her eyes and kept her mouth tightly shut. Therefore, Junjie pressed on with great interest, "Auntie, Auntie, how long has it been since you had sex? A month? Two months? Half a year... or a year?" As he asked, he skillfully thrust into my mother's vagina, a few shallow thrusts followed by a quick and deep one, as if he were trying to force open my mother's tightly closed mouth. After a while, my mother nodded, opened her mouth but couldn't help but cry out, "Ah—" "What does nodding mean? How long has it been?" Junjie seemed to be deliberately toying with my mother. "Um, um... a few years." My mother finally couldn't bear his questioning, too ashamed to look up, and answered almost silently. "Heh, no wonder." Junjie said, lightly wiping away the tears from my mother's eyes with his fingers, then mischievously added, "This time, Auntie's going to enjoy herself properly." "Mmm, you—you, ah, hurry up and finish—ah ah, that's enough—" Junjie continued with the same technique and rhythm, and after dozens of thrusts, my mother seemed to gradually let out unconscious moans, her hands tentatively wrapping around his arms, her body sinking down as if into the sofa. With Junjie's figure blocking her way, my mother was left with only her legs spread wide open. After her thighs were still visible for a while, Junjie suddenly stopped and pulled his penis out. My mother looked at him blankly, glanced at his genitals, and asked awkwardly in a low voice, "...Are you done?" "Of course not, heh." Junjie chuckled, then sat down next to my mother and pulled her hand, saying, "I was tired, so I wanted to change positions." "...How?" My mother asked blankly, her face flushed, not daring to look directly at his erect, thick penis. "Sit on my lap." Junjie pulled my mother's hand again, indicating that she should stand up. "I...I don't want to sit on you." Hearing this, my mother hesitated, her face full of shyness as she replied, "Come on, or I'll have to force you." Junjie laughed, pulled my mother again, but seeing that she didn't move, he used both methods. He held my mother's waist and back, lifted her legs, and then forcibly brought her to him. In a few swift movements, before my mother could even react, she was lifted and placed on Junjie's lap, one leg braced on the ground and the other bent on the sofa. Between my mother and Junjie, though conveniently hidden by my mother, was Junjie's proudly erect member. "Do you always do this with Xiaoyu…?" My mother's voice was barely audible. "Yes, but Auntie, you're a little more shy," Junjie replied. My mother didn't speak after hearing this, and I couldn't see her expression. After a long while, she whispered, "Because... I haven't tried other positions..." "It's okay, I'll guide you." As he spoke, Junjie lifted my mother up slightly, then adjusted the position of his penis. After aligning it, he let my mother slowly lower her body—in those few seconds, as my mother's buttocks rose and arched, I finally got a general view of my mother's vagina—that imagined sacred secret garden was already like a storm had passed, the bright red flesh around it was soaked. And now, that sacred secret garden was once again stretched open by a bloodless, large penis...
"Mmm—" Junjie then took off my mother's top and buried his face in my mother's chest, enjoying those two tender white breasts—damn it! I didn't know what to curse, but seeing this brat enjoying my mother's body like this, penetrating her vagina and sucking her breasts, I only knew that this must be fucking amazing! Watching my mother's vagina engulf that large penis, I masturbated even more intensely. At the same time, a thought kept nagging at me, making me unbearably aroused… Damn it! If only I were Junjie!
"Mmm…" After my entire penis was inside my mother's vagina, Junjie suddenly asked, "Auntie, does it feel good?"
"…I won't say." My mother gently shook her head. "Tell me, Auntie hasn't had sex in a long time, has she? How does it feel the first time in this position?"
"Didn't I say... I wouldn't say?" "Don't want to say?" I really don't know what Junjie is up to. We've already done it, haven't we? Why is he forcing my mom with words? "Okay then, if Auntie feels comfortable, she can kiss me; if she doesn't feel comfortable, she can wiggle her butt, okay?" At that moment, I saw...

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