The Radiance of Motherly Love (Chapter Six)

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Chapter Six: The Openness of Sex, the Touch of Emotion
Although he had been busy all night writing a magazine proposal, Ren Chun woke up just after six o'clock and lay alone in bed, unable to fall back asleep.
For almost two months, every morning when he opened his eyes, the first thing he could feel was that person's steady breathing beside him, the rise and fall of his smooth body, and the softness and comfort of his breasts, all pressed tightly against him. But now, none of that was there. He was all alone in his bed, and this emptiness was something Ren Chun was really not used to.
Why was this happening? Why was he sleeping alone? Where was his mother? Because his beloved father had returned, so he had no choice but to let everything go back to the way it was before, just like the family of three.
The father's return home meant the end of his and the mother's sexual bliss. They had to revert to their old ways. The mother had to become the virtuous and stern wife she always was, fulfilling her duties by sleeping with the father, in his arms, in his bed, both naked. Their son, of course, became an outsider, reverting to being a lonely, pitiful figure, without a woman to embrace him, without breasts to touch, forced to ejaculate alone.
Now, four days had passed, and even the possibility of his own pleasure had been taken away by his strict mother. She had sternly warned him that if he dared to masturbate again, or lewdly touch his genitals, she would beat him to death, and he could never touch her again—get out of her sight!
This was an unrealistic warning, because he felt that his mother was now inseparable from him, who was young and strong. Sometimes, even if he didn't want to, his mother would come to him on her own, whether on the big bed or on the sofa in the living room. His mother was very proactive, and then the two of them would have a very enjoyable time together!
Just like last Saturday night, Mom had a dinner party. When she returned home, her face flushed from drinking, the young man didn't think much of it and was still watching "Happy Camp" with the remote, happily watching. At first, his mother sat next to him, occasionally laughing along with him. A few minutes later, he felt a soft gaze beside him. His mother's eyes had moved from the TV to him. He turned around and saw those gentle eyes behind her glasses. Their eyes met, and the clever young man immediately understood the meaning in his mother's eyes. However, before he could make a move, her soft lips met his, kissing him lightly and gently. This was his mother's foreplay during sex. As their skin touched more and more, their passion and desire gradually increased. This way of making love was wonderful! Both mother and son enjoyed it.
Ren Chun hadn't realized it before, thinking that his mother sucking his penis was just something spontaneous, perhaps to arouse him, to get him hard before penetration. But it was on the sofa that he realized his mother really loved sucking his penis, especially before they had much contact. She liked to put his throbbing penis in her mouth and feel the fullness and swelling inside, until it became a "magic staff," hard, sometimes gently, sometimes fiercely penetrating his mother's body, giving her pleasure.
That night, Teacher Liu was like someone who had been starving for a long time, eagerly savoring every inch of her son's skin and flesh. After a few kisses, Liu Yirong's sexy little mouth, breathing out hot breaths, began to move downwards. She slightly parted her pearly teeth and gently bit her son's neck while helping him take off his clothes. With wet kisses all the way, her thirsty lips reached her son's pants. To save time, she pulled down the front of his pants, only a little bit. Immediately, a dark, hairy thing appeared there. Then, the woman buried her head down and took her son's still somewhat limp penis into her mouth, and began to lick and suck it. A muffled sound came from the young man's crotch, a slurping sound.
She sucked her son's penis for a while until it was hard enough, fully arousing his desire. Liu Yirong then sat up, her face flushed, her full breasts heaving. Her passionate eyes gazed at her son's fair face with tender affection. Then, she stood up and stripped naked in front of her son. As her outer clothes, bra, and underwear were thrown onto the sofa, she swayed her breasts as she pulled down her son's trousers, leaving both mother and son completely naked. Finally, right there in the living room, this dignified and noble female teacher in the eyes of outsiders spread her full, snow-white thighs and accurately took her son's huge penis into her pink, hairy vulva, warmly and moistly enveloping it.
As the female teacher's large, white breasts swayed and trembled softly against her chest, her warm, moist vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing, sometimes gripping, sometimes releasing, her son's vigorous, hot penis, sometimes massaging the glans, sometimes squeezing it. As the young man, leaning back on the sofa, thrust repeatedly, his thick, swollen glans stimulating his mother's most delicate flower, giving her waves of intense pleasure, the mother and son's perfect coordination and mutual gratification continued. Half an hour later, the storm subsided, and the mother, slightly tipsy from drinking and thoroughly satisfied by the lovemaking, slumped into her son's arms, exhausted yet relaxed. Her large, soft breasts and pink nipples gently massaged his chest, as if rewarding his excellent performance that night. She was extremely satisfied and happy!
Afterwards, the television was still filled with laughter and joy. Off-screen, the mother and son, naked and brimming with love, embraced each other, kissing tenderly and chatting. They didn't want to get dressed, didn't want to go to sleep, only wanted to savor the warmth and tenderness of their lovemaking on the sofa a little longer.
They say a night of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and it wasn't just that Saturday night. In fact, since his mother came into his life, sleeping with her every night, he felt the guilt of incest and the betrayal of his father, but more than anything, he felt a deep love—motherly love, romantic love, respect, and the profound love between him and his mother! Therefore, every night he and his mother slept in the same bed, it was truly blissful, far surpassing the happiness of winning a huge lottery prize! Because no amount of money could buy such a loving and devoted mother, such a great mother!
What's more, this empty promise belongs to someone else. He can't fight for it, he can't snatch it. He can only wait, wait for his father to go out again. Only then can he once again have the right to win 5 million, to squander his wealth and energy, and to ejaculate the semen he's been holding back for days into his mother's warm womb!
But he really can't hold back any longer!
The erotic scene he just shared with his mother on the sofa has been etched into his mind, greatly arousing his sexual desire. Coupled with his habitual morning erection, the thick, erect thing between his legs is making him very uncomfortable. It feels like something is trying to come out, but it just won't come out, it just keeps accumulating inside, making him feel like even his testicles are aching.
Originally, it wouldn't have been a big deal for him to do it secretly once; his mother wouldn't have seen or noticed. But he felt that once he made a promise, he shouldn't easily break it. He shouldn't say one thing to someone's face and another behind their back. Besides, he was facing his mother, who loved him so much. If a grown man couldn't even control himself over such a small matter, how could he be a pillar of strength to love his mother in the future?
Fine, since one thing couldn't solve the problem, he would try to distract himself with another. So, he rolled over and sat up naked from the bed. He looked down at his thick, hard penis, the one that always made his mother experience ecstasy and scream with ecstasy. The large, red, egg-shaped glans stood erect, as if silently and obviously showing off its power. His two soft testicles, also large, were pressed against the bed, and his genitals, wrapped in thin skin, were churning and eagerly waiting to be released.
Ren Chun proudly touched the hard thing, then briskly got out of bed, thinking of washing his face with cold water before coming back to work; there was still a lot of work waiting for him at the magazine.
"Xiao Rong, is this comfortable?" Just as he stepped out of his bedroom and passed his parents' door, the young man heard a slightly panting, yet excited voice.
It was his father!
He knew without a doubt what his parents were doing so early in the morning!
They were making love!
He didn't know what others thought about his parents' sex life, but he had to admit that he had a voyeuristic desire to watch! He wanted to see his parents being affectionate in bed, to see the legitimate happiness on his mother's face as she received his father's manly caresses, to see his father's relaxed and joyful state under his wife's gentle caresses, and the proud expression of a man after conquering his woman, smoking and embracing a naked mature woman, enjoying a fulfilling sexual experience.
In short, as a son who loves them, he sincerely wanted to witness his parents' most intimate moment! Even though he would feel deeply guilty, because it was truly wrong, contrary to a son's filial piety and their love for him.
There might also be another reason for this thought: he wanted to make up for some unfulfilled regrets of the past years and satisfy the primal sexual desires hidden deep within him.
It can be said that everyone's sex education originates from their parents, because as children we sleep beside them, and their every move in bed is hard to escape our eyes and our pure minds. However, as we grow older, those blurry and faint images fade from our minds. But Ren Chun, however, is a child with an exceptionally good memory. Years later, he could still remember clearly what happened when he was five or six years old, recounting it in detail. If he didn't have such a good memory, he wouldn't have been able to draw inspiration from books and write so many works.
In his memory, when he was little, sometimes in the early morning, half-asleep, the bed he slept on would gently rock. He would groggily open his eyes and see his father on top of his mother, also moving slightly. They were face to face, his father's lips almost touching his mother's fair face. However, he was too young to remember if they kissed. Looking back now, it's a real pity. Another time, when he was over ten years old, on a morning almost identical to today, the impetuous child suddenly pushed open his parents' bedroom door. He froze, because he saw his parents lying naked on the bed. Seeing him enter, his father hurriedly climbed off his mother and rolled to the side, while his mother frantically got up and pulled the blanket over herself, her soft, white breasts hanging precariously on her chest. They didn't say anything, but one could imagine the embarrassment and awkwardness on their faces.
Therefore, having learned from his previous two experiences, he was unwilling to miss this rare opportunity again. He really wanted to see! Besides, he and his mother had already been intimate; everything about her was no longer a mystery to him, so what did he have to be shy about? He was also learning from his father, observing how he loved his mother, so he could apply what he learned in the future. After all, his sex life with his mother was far more extensive than his own.
Finally, having convinced himself with these reasons, Ren Chun trembled with excitement! His heart pounded nervously. Then, with excited, almost stealthy steps, he tiptoed to the door, which was still making slight noises. He silently placed his hand on it and slowly, little by little, pushed it open. As he expected, his parents' bedroom door was never locked. A surge of joy swept through him.
The curtains weren't drawn, and with the sky still dark outside, the bedroom was rather dimly lit. Of course, this wasn't his concern; as long as there was some visibility, it was fine.
Almost exactly as he'd imagined, he saw that his parents were indeed naked on the bed. His mother lay completely naked on the soft bed, her large breasts plump and firm, her beautiful pink nipples erect on her tender skin like two luscious red cherries, making one want to suckle them. But unlike what he'd expected, his father wasn't on his mother's snow-white body. His father's body was below her, his head, streaked with gray hair, buried between his wife's legs. As his head gently moved to touch his mother's thick pubic hair, her open pink lips would emit soft, pleasurable moans, seductive and alluring.
His father was actually giving his mother oral sex! His usually noble and dignified mother was actually letting a man lick her genitals! Upon seeing this lewd and shocking scene, the young man's mouth dropped open, his eyes widened in astonishment.
Although he had been having a sexual relationship with his mother for almost two months, he absolutely respected her. He dared not hope that his mother would become his woman, and naturally, he dared not make any inappropriate demands during sex. Even when his penis felt the warmth and comfort of his mother's mouth during oral sex, he endured it, absolutely refusing to ejaculate his disgusting semen into her mouth, for fear of upsetting his mother in the slightest. Let alone now, seeing his own father licking her most shameful and sacred organ with his tongue. In his eyes, this was clearly a man brazenly defiling his noble mother! Even if that man was his father, with his legitimate status.
It seemed that Dad had already aroused Mom by licking her. He could clearly hear from the doorway the sound of her tongue rolling around her labia and touching her vulva, making a series of squelching sounds. Mom's two snow-white arms were flailing wildly on the bed, as if she was frantically searching for something. After grabbing at the bed a few times, her fair and delicate hands grabbed Dad's wrists, which were touching her plump and fair thighs. Then, they quickly moved upwards, and Mom led Dad's large hands to her chest. His palms were down and immediately covered Mom's two plump breasts. Those soft, large breasts were immediately covered by Dad's large, dark hands, which were kneading them vigorously.
"Ah! Brother, you're so good... You're so amazing! Licking my pussy feels so good, it's been so long since anyone licked it! Yesterday I got three jobs, and those three stinky men... all they did was fuck me, they fucked my pussy until it was all swollen! They didn't care about me at all, but you're so good, brother! You make me feel so good! Brother, I'm going to suck your cock and lick your asshole! I don't want any money, I just want you to fuck me properly... Yes, deeper with your tongue! That feels so good, brother, are my breasts big? Let me tell you, my breasts are the biggest in this brothel! Lots of men come here looking for prostitutes, they see my breasts on the roster and want me to keep them company! But none of them know how to play with my breasts like you! Rub them hard!" "My sister's big breasts are all yours, big brother! It feels so good to have you touch my breasts! Mmm..." In the already noisy bedroom, the mistress's loud cries rang out again, mixed with Ren Peiyang's tireless use of his soft tongue to touch his wife's already parted labia, the delicate clitoris hidden inside like a flower petal. She began to utter lewd words, her body, already pink and beautiful from the intense sexual stimulation, twisting on the bed. Her full figure was divided into several parts, her white breasts trembled, her plump white belly with a lot of excess fat shook, and her two jade-like legs kicked, sometimes spreading wide to the sides, exposing her entire pink vulva to her man, and sometimes bending her jade legs, hooking her lover's head, so that he could give her greater and more direct sexual pleasure.
Meanwhile, the female teacher, comfortably enjoying her passion and engaging in sexual intercourse with her husband, was completely unaware that her other man, her beloved son at the door, was already aroused. Despite his reluctance, Ren Chun couldn't control himself; he unconsciously reached into his warm crotch to soothe and calm his stubbornly erect penis, stroking it. In short, the twenty-seven-year-old was masturbating right in front of his parents! He resolved the issue through masturbation, even though his parents were completely absorbed in their own enjoyment and oblivious to what their son was doing.
Now, it's no longer fair to blame the young man for being weak-willed and disobedient to his mother; the temptation was simply too great! If he were still a pure virgin, inexperienced and never having slept with a woman or his mother, he truly worried he would have died from exhaustion that night! Just hearing his mother lying in bed, her seductive moans and groans were enough to make any man ejaculate several times over. This mother was nothing like the respected, mature, and steady middle-aged woman he was expected to be. In fact, in the two months he'd been having sex with her, he'd never seen her so uninhibited and carefree!
In fact, calling her "licentious" wouldn't be an exaggeration.
And what she said during those moments was enough to make his blood boil and fill him with suspicion. What had his mother just said? What did she call herself? She actually… she actually described herself as a prostitute, deliberately trying to get his father to go to a brothel! Or rather, she wanted his father to see her as a lowly prostitute? A prostitute for men to play with at will! Good heavens! Was that licentious woman really the same great mother he loved and revered? He always believed that his sexual relationship with his mother was fair, even a gift from her, a feeling born of her heartfelt love and pity for her disabled child. Therefore, he always approached sex with his mother with a sense of reverence, letting her lie naked beneath him, kissing her, lovingly caressing her pure white breasts, and respectfully thrusting into her vagina. Ren Chun considered all of this supreme! That's why he obediently listened to his mother's words; if she forbade him to masturbate, he would endure it for days without daring to disobey. Even with the most difficult circumstances and no experience, he readily agreed to become the editor-in-chief of the magazine, willing to stay up for several days and nights to make a name for himself, to give his mother a satisfactory result, so that she would never regret giving birth to him, raising him, and giving him her body, giving her something to boast about and the right to be proud of!
Love can make people strong and fearless, Ren Chun always believed this and tried her best to live by it. However, behind love lay a depraved and unsightly scene, how could one not be enraged?
She never imagined that this woman, beneath her own man, would be so shameless, so devoid of any sense of honor and dignity while being fucked by him! The young man stood at the door, clenching his fists, growing angrier with each passing thought! He felt he had been manipulated. His mother treated him like a sentient puppet, letting her play with him, making him revolve around her, letting him be the only one who mattered, letting him derive a superior pleasure from others.
A selfish woman! She only ever thought of herself. For her own sake, she could sacrifice anyone, using anyone as a worthless stepping stone to reach her desired destination, then kicking them aside without mercy.
Suddenly, he found the woman still screaming on the bed utterly disgusting! He didn't even want to look at her huge breasts anymore. Whoever wanted to fuck her cunt could fuck it to pieces! What a slut!
But he didn't move away quietly. He wanted to see what other tricks this woman would use to please her man, what kind of lewd and despicable behavior she would display under the guise of a teacher. This was a rare opportunity; let her son see her mature, elegant woman's bedroom skills one more time!
And so began another round of sex scenes that made the young man's eyes burn with desire.
This time, the father stopped licking the mother's vaginal opening. They changed positions, woman on top, man on bottom. The mother was completely prone on the bed, between the father's legs. Her snow-white buttocks were large and pert. Because the head of the bed faced the door, Ren Chun's gaze was focused on the mother's deep cleft, but the distance was a bit far, and he couldn't see the anus tucked inside. Although he didn't want to look, he had to admit that his mother's breasts were really big. Even behind her, the young man could clearly see part of the outline of her breasts, pressed between his mother and the bed, a large, white mound of flesh.
At this moment, the mother raised her two bare arms and stretched them out. The young man saw that one of her arms was moving up and down rhythmically. He knew that his mother must be stroking his father's penis, and doing so very diligently. Then, she leaned over, opened her mouth, and took his glans into her mouth, beginning to give him oral sex! He no longer needed to look at the details; just by watching his mother's head bob up and down, he could imagine what was happening.
His mother had only licked his father's penis a few times, less than a minute, when Ren Chun heard his father's breathing become heavy, rapid, and pleasurable. In such a short time, if it were Ren Chun himself, he would be enjoying it! His mother would always suck his penis until she was satisfied; he would never stop her from finishing halfway.
Then, he saw his father, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly sit up, pull his naked mother into his arms, and press her down on the bed. At this moment, his father didn't seem like a middle-aged man with years of sexual experience, who had made love with his beautiful, voluptuous wife his entire life. He seemed more like a clueless young man, someone who knew nothing and only knew how to blindly insert his penis into a woman's vagina! He swiftly, even roughly, parted his mother's legs, and then, as if impatient, or perhaps afraid of missing the opportunity, without further flirting with his wife or even touching her two alluring breasts, he thrust his hips forward, his penis sliding into her wet, soft vagina.
This time, for the first time, Ren Chun saw it for himself; he finally truly saw his parents making love right before his eyes! He finally saw his mother being fucked by another man!
At that moment, he felt his penis swell abnormally, even slightly painful, pressing uncomfortably against his thin underwear! But what was even more painful was his heart; he couldn't describe the feeling—a sour, astringent sensation, like eating a green apple, the unpleasant taste making him frown and furrow his brow. He
still cared, didn't he? After all, she was his mother! They slept together lovingly for two months. Whether she was feigning affection or deliberately toying with him, he couldn't erase the tenderness his mother exuded in bed. After making love, he would lie down, panting, and although she was also exhausted, she would prop herself up with one arm, lovingly wiping the sweat from her son's brow. She would also carefully dry the blankets around him, afraid he would catch a cold. Whenever he wanted, he would open his mouth to suckle her nipple, playing with her soft breasts to his heart's content. Back then, she, who wasn't very patient, never stopped him, never showed any impatience. Her eyes behind her glasses were full of doting and love. At those times, as a mother, she truly loved her child. No matter how good her acting was, she couldn't hide this fact. A mother and son are connected at heart, Ren Chun was certain of this, absolutely certain!
Love turned to hate—this was probably the true reflection of Ren Chun's resentment just now. Because he loved his mother so much, finding her so beautiful and pure, he couldn't accept this seemingly promiscuous woman. He couldn't bear to see his beloved fall into depravity. But thinking about it, what right did he, the third party, have to criticize and berate his mother? She was his mother. Regardless of her motives, in bed, when they made love, naked and embracing each other, wasn't it always joyful and blissful? His mother's eyes always held tenderness, gentleness, and deep maternal love when she looked at him! These were absolutely unique gifts from his mother! That was enough!
Thinking about it carefully, his anger just now was truly unwarranted, entirely driven by jealousy. Now that his emotions had gradually calmed down, he was genuinely regretful.
However, the following conversation truly made Ren Chun realize how arbitrary and emotional he was, and truly regretted how he had just cursed his beloved mother. He hated his own narrow-mindedness!
Just as Ren Chun was repenting and recalling his warm memories with his mother, in what had only been a few minutes, he saw the man who had been kneeling on the bed between his mother's legs, thrusting his hips, suddenly stop moving. His body seemed to have lost its skeleton, collapsing instantly onto his mother's snow-white naked body, panting heavily, his body rising and falling.
His father's behavior clearly indicated that he had ejaculated!
Was it really over so quickly? His father's lovemaking was far too brief! He hadn't even heard the involuntary moans of pleasure his mother used to make during sex, let alone the rough, wanton cries he loved when she was nearing orgasm!
Was his mother satisfied? Definitely not! Just looking at her steady breathing beneath his father, he knew that his mother hadn't experienced any pleasurable pleasure or the exhausting relief after an orgasm!
And in fact, his suspicions were confirmed, because he heard his father speak, with a guilty tone.
"Xiao Rong, this time it didn't achieve the desired effect again, I couldn't bring you pleasure, and you even said so many hurtful and excessive things, and suffered so much grievance. I'm so sorry!" Ren Peiyang was still lying on his wife's voluptuous body, panting slightly. He felt the exhaustion and comfort after ejaculation, which made him a little short of breath, and his voice became weak and feeble, with a hint of embarrassment.
A bare arm rose up, and Liu Yirong gently pushed her husband off her. Then she sat up on the bed, turned around, pulled out a few tissues from the bedside table, and came back. She first lowered her head, picked up her husband's now limp genitals, covered them with the tissues, and began to gently wipe them. Her movements were gentle and careful, from the limp penis all over, to the shrunken glans, and even her husband's two testicles. She didn't miss any part of it.
Then, she took the tissue to herself, parted her thighs, and began wiping her vaginal opening, which was dripping with milky white fluid. She smoothed out the messy, curly pubic hair, then threw away the damp tissue, lay back down, and nestled into her husband's arms, one arm reaching over his chest to embrace him.
The middle-aged couple lay naked in bed, embracing each other. For a moment, neither spoke, as if neither wanted to break the peaceful beauty of the morning, or as if they were each lost in their own thoughts, not wanting to disturb each other.
"Peiyang, this time our efforts weren't in vain. At least from the beginning, you...you were hard, and this time you ejaculated quite a lot! To be honest, I'm so glad I got an IUD, otherwise I'd be really afraid of getting pregnant! You still need to take medicine to nourish your body, you hear me?" The woman finally spoke, her tone light, without any intention of comforting anyone, but her face couldn't hide the sadness and worry. Fortunately, she was looking down, so her husband couldn't see it.
"You don't need to comfort me. When you get old, you're just useless! Honey, right now, I feel really sorry for you. You're all alone at home, taking care of our son. I finally come home, stay for a few days, and then leave again. I need to recuperate for several days before I can give you anything. Even if you don't want to, women at this age still have strong needs, right? But look at me...sigh...I need such lewd stimulation to get hard! I'm really useless!" Her husband had already embraced her, his warm, large hands gently stroking her smooth shoulders. Sure enough, after hearing her words, her husband deeply reflected on himself, filled with self-reproach. This made Liu Yirong very uncomfortable; her heart ached. Her husband thought she didn't want to have sex because she cared for him, because she was considerate of his pride. But the intelligent woman understood that it was precisely out of his pride as a man and husband that he came home. He felt he had to bring pleasure to his wife, who had been alone in their empty house for months without sexual gratification, and let her be a respectable woman once again. But, as always, he couldn't hold back for more than a few minutes, disappointing his wife once more. How could he not feel guilty and remorseful?
"Hey! I'd almost forgotten! Tell me the truth! Did you go to that kind of place? Did you see a prostitute? Are all these shameless things you made me say just your imagination? Have you done anything wrong to me?" Seeing the conversation between the couple becoming somewhat dull, the quick-witted and optimistic Ms. Liu abruptly sat up from her husband's arms, cleverly changing the subject. The movement was a bit too forceful, causing her two large, white, jelly-like breasts to jiggle violently, bouncing up and down—two plump, beautiful mounds!
"With such a beautiful woman at home, who would want to go out and fool around? Everyone knows breast milk is full of nutrients, and it feels so good to touch! Xiaorong, your breasts are so beautiful, really! I love you!" The man, whose penis was already limp and drooping, looked at the alluring scene so close to him and couldn't help but reach out and gently touch one of his woman's soft, large breasts. His tone was affectionate and flirtatious, and then he opened one arm, gesturing for his wife to lie back in his arms. He wanted to hold her.
Liu Yirong leaned forward and obediently lay back in her husband's arms. Then, without thinking, she naturally reached between her husband's legs, grasped his drooping penis, and played with it with her warm palm. When she was in bed with a man and not making love, she always liked to touch his genitals, whether it was the man beside her now or her son's.
"Xiaorong, I love you! Really! You're the best woman I've ever met. You were so beautiful when you were young, and you had such a great presence! I still remember the first time I saw you, wearing that turtleneck sweater, standing on the podium lecturing. My mind went completely blank; all my thoughts were drawn to you! After we got married and had our son, you were still so beautiful, and your breasts had gotten even bigger. Sleeping in the same bed with you every night, even if we didn't do it every day, I felt so happy and joyful! Sigh, now that I'm older, I really want to go back to when I was young. To be honest, don't be angry! Don't let your beauty fool you; your performance in bed wasn't very good. I don't blame you; you're a teacher, you should be more reserved." You know how to respect and love yourself, but these days, life is so fragile. Who knows when you might suddenly be gone? Besides, I really won't be able to do this anymore! So I wanted to find some excitement. To be honest, I often watch videos of young girls online, like swimsuit shows and scenes of girls wrapped in towels. I don't use this thing very often, and I'm afraid if I don't stimulate it a bit, it might really be ruined! Then I really won't be able to love you anymore! Seriously, if one day that really happens, let's get a divorce. After all, you're not even fifty yet. If you can find a good man, you can really have a few years of happy life! As for me, I can take a few more years to recover, without the pressure, maybe I'll be fine! "I'll really go find a young girl to play with then, and see what other women are like, hehe!" Ren Peiyang held the warm body in his arms, his large hand gently caressing one of his wife's soft breasts. He spoke from the heart, for the first time so seriously about his love for his wife and his plans for the future. However, the rest of his words were all jokes. It was already too much to ask his beloved to pretend to be a prostitute to seek excitement and passion. How could he do something even more disrespectful to his lover?
The warm bedroom fell silent again, with only the rise and fall of their breathing audible. Liu Yirong threw her full body into her husband's arms, hugging him tightly. She didn't say a word, only blinking occasionally, proving that she was listening attentively, or perhaps deep in thought, quietly.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Right now, for you and our son, I'd do anything! From now on, you can do whatever you want, I'll do whatever you want, but divorce is absolutely out of the question! Do you hear me? I'm a teacher, I know how much a divorce hurts a child, I can't give my son a broken home! If you're really tired of our sex life, I might even... I might even let you go have sex once, really! As long as our son knows his parents still love him, that's enough, you know? As long as our son is happy, I don't care!" Slowly, Liu Yirong spoke clearly, each word carefully considered, carrying great weight, even resounding with conviction. It was all filled with love and sacrifice, a fearless love and sacrifice for which she was willing to give anything! Isn't this the best interpretation of the greatness of a mother's love?
Liu Yirong truly lived up to her word. From her unwavering devotion to her son, and her resolute acceptance of the lifelong stigma of incest, it's clear how much she loved him, her own child. This love was as deep as the sea, as heavy as a mountain, truly incomparable!
Now, the person eavesdropping outside the door was already sobbing uncontrollably. He heard it all clearly; every word his mother spoke struck his heart so powerfully, hitting the softest spot in his heart. He tightly covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face, trying his best not to let out a single cry of emotion, trying his best not to rush into his parents' bedroom, hug his mother, and loudly express all his gratitude for her kindness!
Mother, how can I ever repay you in the future?
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