[Urban] My Girlfriend's Social Party (Complete) - Episode 28

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Chapter 29

Binglan couldn't remember what time she went to bed last night. After showering again, she lay in bed, and within three minutes, Haoxuan started getting restless, pinching her nipples until they hardened. His little thing also stood up like a magic wand, making Binglan feel dizzy and confused. What was even more annoying was that Haoxuan was also casually touching her shorts, and her vagina, which had been washed dry, suddenly became wet again. She asked, half-laughing and half-crying, "What do you want now?" Haoxuan said, "I want more!" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy! Binglan

thought, "That's the age of a wild donkey!" They had only been intimate for half an hour, and he was already hard again. Thinking about it, Mingxu was probably like that now, looking at the beautiful and gentle Aunt Yanrong, wouldn't he be like a wolfhound, endlessly nibbling at her? Thinking about it, she felt a little jealous

, and with this boy making her feel itchy all over, she really did want some. She turned her face to the side, pretending to be angry,

and said, "Can't you let me sleep?!" And so began another fierce battle. Hao Xuan's thin, small body seemed to be powered by batteries; he was so energetic that Bing Lan felt she was about to faint. With Hao Xuan's tireless thrusts, her pleasure surged, her body floated, and finally, like a pile of broken flesh, she slumped onto the mattress.

It took Hao Xuan a while to recover, and Bing Lan didn't even have the strength to stand. She grabbed her underwear from the bedside table and wiped herself a few times, only to see a large puddle of sticky white semen. She softly said, "My lord, you're amazing." Hao Xuan chuckled to himself, "Auntie, you're so good!" Looking at the little boy who had brought her pleasure several times that night, a smile bloomed from her heart. This pure, innocent face was actually the giver of her female pleasure over the years. She lovingly stroked his face, saying, "Good boy, thank you, Auntie." Hao Xuan looked puzzled, wanting to ask something. Binglan stopped her aunt, saying she was tired and should go to sleep. She was indeed exhausted. She had come down from the mountain the day before and needed Mingxu's massage to recover. She had also traveled for several hours during the day and then worked up until midnight. Her body was practically falling apart; she wasn't in her twenties or thirties anymore.

That night, she slept very well, unusually well.

After forty, she seemed to have developed a strange habit: no matter how tired she was, no matter how late she had gone to bed the night before, she always seemed to wake up at the same time in the morning. When Binglan woke up, sunlight was already streaming through the gaps in the curtains. She glanced at her watch: six o'clock.

She turned around; Haoxuan was sleeping soundly beside her. His young body moved evenly. Seeing him, the madness of the previous night naturally flooded her mind. The powerful thrusts, the tingling sensation of his ghostly tongue kissing her flesh, the surging desire within her—all seemed to reappear. A smile played on her lips. She softly murmured, "My ancestor!" She woke up, but didn't want to get out of bed; she found this wandering pleasurable. She felt a chill on her stomach and looked down to see the towel had slipped to the side; she had slept completely naked all night. She could even see her own pubic hair.

She thought to herself, "I'm crazy! How could I be so crazy at my age?" Instinctively, she used her legs to pull the towel over herself. Strangely, her legs didn't feel as heavy as she had expected; in fact, they felt better than when she came down the mountain yesterday.

Strange. Could it be?

Could it be that her pleasure yesterday had unexpectedly relieved her fatigue?

Maybe so. When Jianbin was around, she never had any aches and pains. Why did she feel so much pain all over her body these past few years? It seems a woman can't function without a man!

And Haoxuan beside her was her little man!

Little man! She smiled at the word. He was young, a few years younger than her own Mingxu, but his strength was truly remarkable; his vigor last night was unbearable! And this kid ejaculates so much! Every time he ejaculates, it feels like a huge bottle of boiling water has been poured over my flower core—numb and hot, but so pleasurable!

Boys are like stallions!

My Mingxu must be like that too! What is my Mingxu doing now? Is he sleeping soundly like Haoxuan? He must have been busy last night, and Yanrong must have been exhausted by him! He must have ejaculated a huge amount too.

Ah, just thinking about Mingxu's semen dripping from Yanrong's smooth, white vulva! She couldn't help but feel secretly relieved that she wasn't there, but the moment that lewd scene flashed through her mind, she felt a little strange, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

What would it be like if Mingxu ejaculated inside her?

How could she think like that! Binglan tried to control herself, but then she thought, it's just a thought. Just like what Haoxuan did on her body, he must have been like a wound-up toy, going on and on without stopping! And he ejaculated inside her vagina. It flowed down her black pubic hair.

She couldn't think about it anymore! How shameless!

She was a mother, how could she do this!

But her body was already sending her signals! Her juices were flowing again. She gritted her teeth, thinking of her son, and realized she was getting horny. She was really shameless! Haoxuan beside her rolled over, lying on his back, still asleep. This drew Binglan's attention.

Haoxuan was wearing shorts, she wondered when he'd put them on last night. But there was a large tent pitched in his crotch, his penis hard again!

Why was it hard again? She thought to herself when she glanced back.

Youth is wonderful! Back when Jianbin and she first got married, he was only twenty-four or twenty-five, and he was also a virgin. But he wasn't like Haoxuan, who had been intimate twice last night and was still hard this morning!

What a live donkey! Binglan murmured.

"Live donkey" was a vivid description. Binglan laughed. This perfectly describes Hao Xuan, this young lad. Looking at Hao Xuan's rosy sleeping face, her maternal love overflowed again. Hao Xuan's fair and clean face appeared very quiet, and the light downy hair on his lips indicated that he was already a little man. His lips were naturally red, full, like a little girl's. Bing Lan leaned down and gently kissed his lips.

As she stood up, she remembered that these were the lips that had kissed her vulva last night. Although there wasn't any lingering taste, the thought of kissing her own vulva felt strange. Bing Lan subconsciously licked her lips.

Thinking of her vulva, Bing Lan's gaze involuntarily returned to Hao Xuan's penis.

In the blink of an eye, the little thing seemed to have gotten even harder. She wondered what kind of erotic dream Hao Xuan was having! He must be doing *that*! Otherwise, why would he be so hard?

Was the person in his dream her?

This thought made Bing Lan embarrassed; she was really crazy. Last night she was so overwhelmed by passion, how could she be thinking about it again this morning?

She'd thought about it before, but usually it was the feeling of Jianbin on top of her—that was so many years ago. But today, it was something that actually happened last night. Her thoughts drifted back to last night's scene, and a gush of fluid welled up inside her.

What's wrong?!

Binglan wondered, could she really be so wanton? The last time she saw Gu Xuelan, she told her that she was divorced and life without a man was unbearable; she couldn't stand the thought of sex after just three days. She'd even mocked her, saying how wanton she was. She never imagined she was like that too. Sigh! All women are the same!

Xuelan was the most open-minded of the sisters, having dated countless men on and off in the years since her divorce. Binglan and Yanrong had both subtly reminded her of this. She said, "I've figured it out. A woman's life, besides her children, is about living for herself. Whether you live happily or unhappily, it's still life. Why should I be unhappy? I haven't offended anyone! If I find a man who can make a living, I'll settle down. But I feel that men are meant to make me happy." Both she and Yanrong thought Xuelan was too crazy. But then they thought about it and realized she was right. After Jianbin left, many people introduced her to potential partners. But she was busy running her pharmacy and didn't pay much attention, so she didn't fancy anyone. It was impossible for her to have a relationship with anyone. If it weren't for Mingxu's obsessive clinginess over the past six months, she would have almost forgotten about it!

That damned Mingxu, how could he be so wicked, clinging to his own mother!

And that Haoxuan, how could he be so violent, smashing down the dam she had painstakingly built!

Never mind! Binglan sat up abruptly.

My life, Li Binglan, has been tough. I was laid off from my job, and what kind of life did I start? I did everything from setting up a food stall to selling food. Things only got better for a couple of days before Jianbin left. Now I'm raising a child alone, trying to open a pharmacy to support my family, but that's still working from dawn till dusk! Who have I wronged?

I can be fair to everyone, except myself!

People say I'm tough when I'm working, they all call me a strong woman, but I know what kind of life I've been living! Why can't I make myself happier? Like Gu Xuelan said, I haven't offended anyone!

I deserve a good life too! —Starting today!

Binglan's eyes were fixed on the still-swollen tent in her pants! —I'm going to be a real woman too! Binglan let out

a long sigh, as if she had been enlightened.

She suddenly found herself smiling, a genuine smile.

If last night was just physical pleasure, this morning Binglan found a reason for her happiness, and it was undeniable!

She decided to make herself happy right now!

Because she could clearly feel the hormones in her body strongly commanding her.

She mischievously pulled down Haoxuan's loose shorts, and Haoxuan obediently lifted his buttocks, still fast asleep!

To be honest, although she kissed this little penis yesterday, she hadn't really looked at it properly. Now she could see it clearly; the little penis was at least five or six inches long, quite large indeed. It wasn't particularly thick, but the glans was quite large, a bright red like a ripe egg. There wasn't much hair at the base—it was her family's genetic. Yanrong didn't have any hair down there! She laughed at Yanrong for being a "naked chicken," and now she saw that Haoxuan really did resemble his mother.

Speaking of Yanrong being a "naked chicken," she couldn't help but look down at her own genitals. They were hairy, and she could clearly feel that her lower body was very damp. She touched it, following the pubic hair, and her hand was indeed wet! She could imagine that her vaginal opening must be wide open like a trumpet!

Should she straddle it now?

Binglan's heart pounded! She could even hear her own breathing!

With her big breasts thrust out! Sitting on Haoxuan's penis! The glans was pressed against her heart! Holy crap! Binglan closed her eyes!

She sat down! What was she waiting for!

She got up and squatted in front of Haoxuan's waist, gently squeezing his penis; it was indeed as hard as a steel rod.

She used her other hand to touch her vulva, using the water on her pubic hair to smooth the opening. She carefully lowered herself down!

It had been so long since she'd done this!

If Haoxuan hadn't fucked her last night, opening her vulva, she would never have dared to do this position.

She carefully brought her vulva towards the glans. It was there!

She immediately felt her vulva being stretched open by the glans. This was the feeling! A little excited, a little nervous. She felt like she was raping Haoxuan when he wasn't looking. And a little thrill.

Slowly lowering her body, the penis entered her inch by inch. She looked at Haoxuan nervously; he was still asleep, his eyes closed!

She carefully squatted on the penis, slowly lowering her body, afraid to sit down all at once. Firstly, she wasn't light, weighing about 120 pounds; sitting down might hurt the baby. Secondly, she didn't dare thrust all the way in at once, lest she damage her vagina.

Even sitting down little by little was unbearable; the penis felt like a hard plug slowly entering her vagina, filling it completely. Luckily, her vagina was wet, otherwise it would have been painfully swollen. Binglan felt the compressed air and desire within her vaginal cavity spreading throughout her body via her blood vessels and nerves. She opened her mouth wide, but dared not cry out.

She gently lifted her body again; the penis seemed to be carrying the tender flesh of the vaginal wall, a tingling, uncontrollable sensation. She could feel a trickle of vaginal fluid flowing down the penis. She involuntarily let out a soft "ah," quickly covering her mouth, afraid of waking Haoxuan.

Actually, Haoxuan had been awake for a while. He had felt it the moment the penis entered. At first, he wasn't sure, thinking he was dreaming. In his dream, he was clearly passionately entwined with a woman, feeling his penis enter her body and begin to move. The crucial question was, who was this woman?

It looked like Ji Qin. Very similar—fair-skinned, slender, but with a pair of well-proportioned breasts.

But the moment the woman lifted her hair, he was shocked to discover it was his mother's face. She was smiling at him.

He could clearly feel his penis moving in and out of her vagina, and he peeked open his eyes in fright!

It was Aunt Binglan!

Binglan was moving up and down on him; his penis was inside her vagina. He felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders

! Thank goodness it wasn't his mother!

Why was Aunt Binglan sitting on him so early in the morning? He remembered that last night when he pulled his penis out, she was too weak to get out of bed, hastily wiped herself down, and fell fast asleep. Yet this morning she was up so early, sitting on him—how amusing.

Aunt Binglan is quite impressive, sitting on the penis, rising and falling. She feels very comfortable, not even needing to move, just closing her eyes and enjoying it!

Binglan is indeed working hard, not daring to sit on Haoxuan, afraid of disturbing him. But after squatting for twenty or thirty times, her calves are sore and trembling.

She unconsciously puts her hands on Haoxuan's shoulders, causing her body to lean forward. To make matters worse, her forward-leaning body causes her breasts to droop down, right in front of Haoxuan's face. Still relying on her hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin real famous instrument highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

She carefully half-knelt on either side of Haoxuan's body, which was much better, and she could use her strength. She continued to move up and down with all her might.

Suddenly, she felt her head tilt back, and Haoxuan took her nipple into his mouth.

The sudden stimulation startled Binglan, causing her to land squarely on Haoxuan's penis, which slid in with a soft "plop." She immediately felt as if her very core had been pierced. She let out a long cry. An indescribable sensation shot through her toes like an electric shock. It took her

a while to recover. Seeing Haoxuan lying on the pillow, grinning mischievously at her, she playfully scolded, "You scared me to death! When did you wake up?" "Hehe, just woke up." Thinking about how she'd been sitting there manipulating Haoxuan's penis so early in the morning, and he'd caught her, Binglan felt a little embarrassed. However, she still tried to take the initiative. "What kind of dream do you have this morning? So hard this early! It can't be a good dream, can it?" "A good dream! Haoxuan was grinning foolishly, dreaming that Auntie and I were doing something good!" Binglan was furious! He was even teasing her!

She could only swallow her anger; she was still sitting on his penis! After saying a few words, she realized her vagina was completely full. Embarrassed, she said angrily, "I'm tired, move over there!" Hao Xuan stubbornly insisted, "I won't move, I'm not tired! It's comfortable!" Bing Lan angrily pretended to punch him, but unexpectedly, Hao Xuan mischievously thrust his hips, his penis pressing directly against her chest! She cried out! She

wanted to curse him, but just as her body was about to fall, Hao Xuan thrust again, lifting her into the air.

These two thrusts sent Bing Lan's soul flying!

Hao Xuan noticed that with this sudden thrust, Aunt Bing Lan's breasts swayed dramatically with her body. He loved breasts, loved breasts swaying in the air!

He was deeply stimulated. He felt his penis become even harder. He swallowed, enthusiastically thrusting occasionally.

Binglan couldn't withstand such stimulation. Her body felt like it was in a cannon barrel, being thrust in and out repeatedly. Each thrust went deep, and each descent left her vagina firmly seated on the glans. It was an unbearable tingling and numbness. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out, only muffled moans escaping her throat.

Haoxuan initially only noticed Binglan's swaying breasts, but then he saw her face turn bright red and was startled. He gradually stopped his thrusting. Binglan didn't say a word, then suddenly collapsed onto Haoxuan, her body rising and falling.

Haoxuan could only feel her heavy breathing and the firm pressure of her breasts against his chest. He panicked a little, but was mostly at a loss.

After a while, Binglan finally recovered from the intense emotional turmoil. She was surprised to find tears welling up in her eyes! Really!

That was the feeling of being on the verge of collapse, the so-called feeling of being in ecstasy! Tears even welled up!

She propped herself up and started pounding on Haoxuan's chest! "

It's all your fault! It's all your fault!" Haoxuan was startled, but after a few punches, he felt the blows weren't too hard, and seeing Binglan's teary eyes and shy, reproachful smile, he relaxed. Crying and laughing, bubbles popping from her nose! "You're an animal!" Binglan suppressed her laughter and huffed.

Haoxuan clearly knew she wasn't really angry, and shamelessly smiled, asking, "So, are you feeling better?" Binglan opened her mouth to say she wasn't feeling better, but ultimately didn't say it, hastily replying, "I don't know!" "Not knowing means you're feeling better!" Binglan felt embarrassed after saying that; she even felt her face turn red again!

Seeing Aunt Binglan's tearful expression, Haoxuan's interest was rekindled. Only then did he notice that his penis was still wrapped inside Binglan's body. He suddenly grabbed Binglan's waist and sat up abruptly.

Binglan cried out, "What are you doing!" She realized she was being held in Haoxuan's arms, her vagina still tightly gripping his penis. She tried to struggle and hit him, but Haoxuan was already thrusting his hips, continuing to toss her around.

She instantly lost the ability and will to resist. She

let out a soft moan and let him have his way. After a few thrusts, Haoxuan pushed her back onto the bed and began to use his most proficient method, lifting her legs high and vigorously fucking her.

Binglan was very cooperative; in fact, her body was already limp. With each wave of Haoxuan's thrusts, she bit her lip, lost in the chaotic frenzy. She even lost consciousness, even forgetting the world.

She didn't open her eyes until Haoxuan's penis was withdrawn from her vagina. That boiling sensation spreading throughout her body wasn't something she could experience every moment. She had to cherish it! She carefully savored it with her last remaining brain cells. Until she felt herself gradually regaining consciousness.

She turned to look, and there was Haoxuan, who hadn't said a word for so long. He was lying between her legs, staring at her vulva like he'd discovered a new toy!

What was he doing? Haoxuan's chuckle was dripping all over the bed! Binglan quickly sat up, spreading her legs. Sure enough, there was a large smear of it on her pubic hair and the bed! She hurriedly said, "Still looking! Still looking! Hurry up and get some tissues!" Haoxuan reacted quickly, grabbing Binglan's underwear that she'd thrown on the bedside table the night before and saying, "Use this to wipe it!" Binglan looked at the culprit, unsure whether to pity him or be angry with him. She snatched the underwear and started rubbing it on her vulva, saying, "I see now, you're my ancestor!" Haoxuan still grinned foolishly and said, "This morning was really great!" "Auntie, you're so kind!" "Kind my foot! Get up! Aren't you going to class?!"

Chapter 30.

Hao Xuan rushed back to Bing Lan's house at noon, saying he was late for class that morning. When the teacher asked why, he said his aunt was sick and there was no one to take care of her.

The teacher was puzzled but still said that the workload was heavy and he should try to focus on his studies, but if there were special circumstances at home, he should handle it himself.

Hao Xuan then went along with it, saying he probably wouldn't be able to come in the afternoon either! So he could legitimately skip class that afternoon.

Bing Lan felt a tingling, aching sensation in her vagina all morning, but also a pleasant, tingling feeling! Hearing Hao Xuan's words, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Not going to class? What do you want to do?!" Hao Xuan said seriously, "Not going to class, just to take care of you!" "Then why do you insist on saying I'm sick? Can't you just say…" She wanted to say "your mother," but felt it was inappropriate, and couldn't curse Hao Xuan, so she just said, "You can't say someone else is sick!" Hao Xuan looked at her lecherously and said, "You're not sick, but you need to be taken care of!" That afternoon and evening were all wild. When Binglan was lucid, she made a promise with Haoxuan that they would attend class on time the next day! But this also gave Haoxuan a reason to go crazy that day. Binglan felt that she had made up for all the "that" she had missed over the years in just two nights. While sleeping, the thought flashed through her mind: this time, being a woman was worth it! The next morning, Haoxuan was the one who woke her up. The young man eagerly knelt on Binglan's breasts and kissed them. Binglan was stunned for a moment, feeling truly refreshed. She hadn't even dreamed last night, sleeping soundly until dawn. It seems that masturbation can even help with sleep, huh?

Haoxuan kissed her, quickly warming her body. Although it was half-hearted, deep down she still longed for it. So, the morning's "exercise" inevitably began again. It wasn't until Haoxuan ejaculated inside her that she remembered the time, quickly glanced at the clock, and said, "Oh dear, it's already seven o'clock! Hurry up and go to class!"

Haoxuan was also startled. He'd been driven by lust early in the morning, wanting a quick and decisive action, but he'd lost track of time. Now, realizing it was seven o'clock, he was terrified. He jumped out of bed, dressed, and exclaimed, "Oh no, I'm going to be late again! I hope Lao Chi isn't standing at the door!" He hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash up.

Binglan wanted to get up, but her legs, which had been propped up all morning, were a little sore, and she was too lazy to move, so she lay in bed a little longer. She quite liked this post-pleasure laziness in bed! Before

leaving, Haoxuan didn't forget to run to the bedroom and kiss her lips and breasts.

She said somewhat reluctantly, "Come home early for lunch, I'll cook you something delicious!" Lying in bed alone, lost in thought for a while, Binglan finally decided to get up. She washed her genitals first, then happily brushed her teeth and washed her face. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized she'd unconsciously started humming a song.

She laughed at herself, thinking she really did look like a newlywed wife, how could she be so carefree!

Thinking about having to buy groceries and cook for Haoxuan later, she really felt like she was living life!

She knew it wouldn't last, but she was still content.

After buying the groceries, Binglan felt she needed to go to her pharmacy. She'd only been there for half an hour when she started to feel uneasy, wanting to hurry home to cook.

She'd only bought eels and pork ribs, all to nourish Haoxuan. It was a bit of a hassle to cook; she'd washed them for ages, and just as she put them in the pot, Haoxuan came home.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he hugged her waist, whining sweetly.

Binglan's neck tickled from his teasing, making her even more itchy. She pulled away and said, "Stop it! We're short on time at lunchtime!" Haoxuan knew that acting impulsively was inappropriate; he just wanted to be close to Aunt Binglan and smell her scent.

He kissed her earlobe and ran away.

Binglan loved the kisses on her earlobe, and when she felt ticklish, she shrank her neck and said, "Don't run around! We're about to eat!"

Lunchtime was indeed tight. Haoxuan ate a lot, and Binglan spent most of her time watching him. Young men his age really ate like they were stealing food; it looked incredibly delicious. Binglan would put some food on his plate and remind him to eat slowly, that there was still time! After finishing his meal, Haoxuan still wanted to cling to her. Binglan quickly said, "Go to class, and come back early tonight." —That's enough! As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt embarrassed.

This was clearly a promise about tonight's plans. But wasn't this what she herself had hoped for?

She was known for her bold and outspoken nature, but deep down she wasn't entirely open about everything. Like with her best friend's son, the thought brought a mix of embarrassment, nervousness at breaking taboos, and a sweet, fleeting feeling. "What

's done is done! Who's there to pretend for?"

Binglan tried to de-stress with her usual mindset. "As long as I'm happy now! It's not stealing. It's not robbing. What's there to be afraid of!"

After Haoxuan left, Binglan sat blankly at the table, lost in thought. After a while, she heard a knock at the door and looked up at her watch. It was almost three o'clock! Had Haoxuan skipped school again? This child, he shouldn't fall behind in his studies! She

was about to open the door, adopting the airs of an elder, to scold Haoxuan. But

when the door opened, she was surprised to find Yanrong standing there!

Yanrong, carrying her travel bag, saw the expression on Binglan's face and asked, "What? Waiting for someone?" Binglan quickly said, "No, no! I just didn't expect you to come back!" She hurriedly ushered Yanrong into the house. Strangely, Mingxu wasn't behind Yanrong.

Yanrong, of course, knew her suspicions and explained that Mingxu had gotten off the train in the provincial capital to go back to school. He said he had some things to do at school and would probably be back in a few days. "I'm so thirsty, get me a glass of water." Binglan poured a glass of water, still full of suspicion, and asked, "Back to school? You didn't tell me at first!" Suddenly, as if remembering something, she asked, "Ah, you two aren't unhappy, are you?" "He's just afraid to come back and see you, so he's embarrassed and wants to hide away for a couple of days!" "Ah, what do you mean by unhappy?" Yanrong now realized the deeper meaning in Binglan's words.

Looking at Yanrong's expression, Binglan didn't think anything had happened, so she relaxed and smiled apologetically, saying, "I was just asking." "Drink some water!" The scene was extremely awkward. Yanrong had anticipated this awkwardness when she came, but after thinking it over, she still came to Binglan's house. Firstly, it was to fulfill the request she had made, and secondly, she also wanted to know how Haoxuan and she were doing!

Binglan also wanted to ask, but didn't know how. So they both fell silent.

Binglan was more forthright; she hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm leaving. How are you two doing? Let's tell each other!" Even the closest friends would blush when talking about such explicit topics. Yanrong felt her cheeks burning. But she still had to speak. She forced a smile and said, "How are you? You got what you wanted, didn't you?" Binglan wasn't surprised by this answer; she could even picture Mingxu and Yanrong's naked bodies rolling around in bed! Her feelings were indescribably complicated, but since she was the one who started it, she smiled and said, "How was it? Isn't Mingxu in a hurry?" Yanrong had just come from the hot springs this morning, taking the bus back with Mingxu. Just this morning, they had a grand farewell. Mingxu had acted like a stud, and Yanrong still felt a tingling sensation in her vagina. She even felt a sense of reluctance to part. Strangely enough, she went with trepidation, even reluctance, but how could things have changed so much in just two or three days? Only two or three hours after returning to the old city, she already missed Mingxu.

Details of her time with Mingxu flashed through her mind like a movie. She absentmindedly said, "It's not like what you said, Mingxu—is he alright?" Binglan could imagine Mingxu's impatient demeanor in front of her; facing Yanrong, who was even more fair-skinned than herself, he certainly wouldn't be a quiet, bookish scholar. Give me a break, kids this age are full of energy! Yanrong looked up at Binglan; she naturally thought of Binglan and Haoxuan together. She had wanted to ask if something had happened, but now she realized it was pointless.

Binglan saw the doubt in Yanrong's eyes and knew she couldn't hide it forever. "Haoxuan and I, too—" At this point, Binglan felt a little embarrassed. Her face flushed, and she unconsciously bit her lip.

Although Yanrong knew that Haoxuan and Binglan were together and that "that kind of thing" would inevitably happen, hearing Binglan's description still made her feel uneasy. It's said that a daughter's marriage makes a father sad, but it seemed that a son's first time also left a mother with mixed feelings. Thinking about her young, inexperienced son becoming an adult, she felt a little reluctant.

Seeing Yanrong's silence, Binglan cautiously asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Yanrong knew this was actually a mutual sacrifice between two mothers, at least in terms of emotional comfort. She forced a smile and said, "Not unhappy at all, I just feel a little—reluctant?" Binglan continued. Having been friends for so many years, Binglan could guess her thoughts.

Yanrong nodded with a wry smile.

Binglan also smiled wryly, picked up the water she had poured for Yanrong, and took a sip herself. After a long pause, she said, "What do you think we're doing? What do you mean? Is what we're doing—right?" Although Yanrong always comforted herself with the idea of mutual sacrifice when facing conflict, she was truly uneasy inside. She shook her head, "I don't know either." Binglan grabbed her hand and said, "I've been thinking about this issue these past few days. Now I feel that if the children can truly feel that the problem has been solved, it doesn't matter what we mothers are like. Besides,—who in this world could be better to these two children than us!" Although Binglan herself felt that this statement contained an element of concealing her own desires, Yanrong still nodded, "I don't know either. Maybe the children can understand our good intentions." Binglan smiled. At this moment, the two of them seemed like masters of self-hypnosis, but what else could they do? She wanted to change the subject to something lighter. "What exactly happened between you two? Tell me!" Seeing her eager expression, Yanrong couldn't help but laugh. "You're really quite the gossip! What do you want to hear? I'm just curious. You go first, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know later. I just want to know how it was when you two... you know?" Even though Yanrong was very open, she was too embarrassed to describe the details. Pouting, she said, "I can't say that. If you want to know, ask your son!" "How can I ask him? Wouldn't that be stirring up trouble?" "Okay, let's keep it simple. How many times a day?" "You

have to tell me!" Binglan lowered her expectations.

Yanrong actually wanted to know the details, so she rolled her eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "Yesterday, three or four times." She was actually understating it, afraid of making herself seem too promiscuous.

"Hmm, that kid!" Binglan smiled, recalling the scene of Haoxuan clinging to her and refusing to get off.

"What about you two?" Yanrong asked tentatively. "

Your son's pretty impressive too. These kids are something else!" Binglan whispered.

Upon hearing that Haoxuan could do it three or four times, Yanrong felt a pang of excitement. Could he have injured his body at such a young age? Just then, Binglan asked—to be honest—did you enjoy it? That thing? Yanrong swallowed hard, stammering that she hadn't done it in years, and after a few days, it really was— The word "enjoyed" was a bit difficult to say, so Binglan tried to find a better word for her: "satisfied?" The words immediately felt off. So Yanrong's insistence meant she enjoyed it? Binglan chuckled dryly. "I was talking about you, actually—" So, she gritted her teeth and told her her feelings! "Honestly, like you said, it's been so many years since I've done 'that,' so at first, it wasn't quite right, but after a couple of times, it felt good, good from beginning to end." This was the truth, and Yanrong agreed that Binglan was quite honest. She nodded. "My legs are sore." Not just my legs, my whole body aches! Binglan glanced at Yanrong and saw the shy glint in her eyes. But this soreness was quite pleasant. Hehe, aren't you going a bit too far by listening to us talk about these things! Yanrong knew she was actually referring to the tingling, numb feeling all over her body, accompanied by the opening of every pore; the excitement from her memories surged through her. She wanted to continue, but she was afraid she couldn't take it anymore. "

Let's not talk about it anymore, let's change the subject. What should we talk about? Tell me about your time at the hot springs, right? Were the hot springs interesting? I went for nothing!" Binglan chuckled. "You still

ask! Are you interested?" Yanrong said with a playful laugh.

Just then, the phone rang.

Binglan got up to answer it, thinking it was from the shop, but it was Haoxuan. Haoxuan was probably calling from the convenience store near the school gate; his tone was much more formal. "Auntie, I can't come home for dinner tonight. My math teacher is going over the last exam paper, so I probably won't be home until after evening self-study!" Binglan was a little disappointed, but still said gently, "Oh, is that so? Then come home early after self-study, I'll make you chicken wings." Haoxuan on the other end of the phone readily agreed.

Binglan hung up the phone, turned around, and saw Yanrong's puzzled expression. She suddenly realized what she'd done and exclaimed, "Oh no! I forgot to tell Haoxuan you're back!" Yanrong chuckled wryly. "I was sitting right across from you, how could you forget! You didn't do it on purpose, did you?" Binglan panicked. "Look at what you're saying! How could I—do that—I'll call him back right now, he's probably still near the phone, not far!" She reached for the phone. "

Never mind, never mind, I already said it. If you want him to stay so much, let him stay another night. You even cooked him something delicious!" Seeing that Yanrong wasn't really angry, Binglan smiled. "I even cooked eel and ribs for lunch!" Yanrong immediately knew it was for Haoxuan's health and sneered. "These are all for strengthening his body, you're so considerate." —It's like— She paused, then, as if struck by a slap in the face, Binglan was incredibly embarrassed. She stammered, "What are you saying? Look at what you're saying—you've become that kind of person!" She almost scolded her mother-in-law, but felt she'd be at a disadvantage and didn't say it.

Yanrong stopped laughing and said seriously, "It's good that he's not coming home today; I can go to the shop to check on

things." "Don't you feel bad about him staying with me?" Binglan was quite pleased with herself for keeping Haoxuan. "No, you're so good to him!"—"Are you trying to steal Haoxuan from me?" Yanrong started laughing, but quickly realized an important question: "What I really want to ask you is, what will happen after this is over?" Binglan actually knew what she wanted to say, but pretended not to understand. "What will happen after this?" It meant—"I mean, what if Haoxuan does this kind of thing and then wants to see you again?" Yanrong asked with concern. Binglan

didn't know how to answer for a moment, and after a while, she awkwardly said, "I'm worried too. What if Mingxu also misses you?" This question left both of them very confused. Both women were itching to see each other again. What if Haoxuan or Mingxu wanted to see them again? Refuse? Could they refuse? But if they didn't refuse, things couldn't go on like this!

Yanrong said, "Weren't we wrong from the start?" Binglan knew she had started this whole thing, so of course she couldn't admit she was wrong. "It wasn't wrong, really, we didn't have any other options at the time, it's just that we weren't thinking long-term.

" "Do you think they'll still think about it?" Yanrong shook her head. She didn't know Binglan also thought Haoxuan would think about it; just look at how clingy he'd been these past few days. She sighed too.

But secretly, she felt a little hopeful.

Yanrong seemed to think seriously for a moment, then said, "Actually, the ultimate solution is for them to find girlfriends and get married after graduating from university." "Easy for you to say. Mingxu still has two or three years until graduation, and your Haoxuan hasn't even gone to university yet. This is all nonsense." "Yes, how do we solve this now?" Yanrong started racking her brains. "Haoxuan is easy to deal with; he'll be taking the college entrance exam next year. He probably won't have so many thoughts about it. I'll force him to focus on his studies. My worry is if Mingxu still comes to me—" Binglan thought she was oversimplifying the problem. "That's not necessarily true. Haoxuan is another story!" Yan Rong looked at Bing Lan in surprise and murmured, "What should we do then?

My thoughts are the opposite of yours. Ming Xu is studying away from home and can't come back often, but Hao Xuan studies in the city and has more opportunities to come over!" Yan Rong thought what she said made sense and fell silent.

Actually, she was worried about another problem: what if Hao Xuan became infatuated with you—this matter—and it interfered with his college entrance exams? Bing Lan also thought this was a problem and couldn't think of a solution for a long time.

Yan Rong, however, seemed to have made up her mind. "Let him stay tonight, I'll keep a close eye on him and not let him come here!" Bing Lan also knew that this was the only way if her child wanted to take the college entrance exams, but she felt a real pain in her heart that she couldn't express. She could only stammer, "I do—but if Hao Xuan really wants to, he could come and stay for one night every month or so." As she spoke, she felt her face burning. She added, "For example, if you go to buy goods or something." Yan Rong glanced at Bing Lan and said, "Well—we'll talk about it then." Binglan said sullenly, "What if Mingxu misses you?" Yanrong pursed her lips, recalling how the two of them hugged and kissed like lovers when they said goodbye. She wondered if she could really bear to part with this child so suddenly. She sighed and said, "I don't know. Oh well, I'll just have to take it one step at a time." Binglan picked up the kettle and added some water to Yanrong's cup. She leaned back in her chair and, after a moment's thought, asked Yanrong, "Tell me the truth, after so long without a man, without doing 'this,' do you miss him?" Yanrong was puzzled by the question, but the answer was affirmative, and she gave a soft "Mmm." "

And with Mingxu, you two—were you comfortable?" "We're old friends, let's be frank!" "Pretty comfortable." Yanrong said timidly. "

Me too. These past two days have been the happiest two days of the past six years. I told you before, actually, in these past six years, I've also thought about it. How can we not think about it at our age? Last night when I was going to sleep, I was thinking that I only now feel like a woman." Binglan suddenly sat up, grabbed Yanrong's hand, and said, "Yanrong, this is what I'm thinking. Actually, this is a way to let the children cool off, to prevent them from getting into trouble, it's for their own good, and it also gives us a chance to be women. I think we should let nature take its course." Binglan didn't care what Yanrong thought, and kept insisting that we should control ourselves and not hurt the children. If they want it, we should give it to them. What do you think?" Yanrong didn't know how to answer and stood there stunned. "

When they grow up and have their own lives, it won't be like this anymore. It won't be long." Binglan seemed to be allaying Yanrong's concerns, but actually she was talking to herself. "Besides, we're both over forty now, they won't cling to us forever. Maybe soon they'll move on, I mean, they'll like someone else.

Then we can just hold back and not go looking for them." After listening, Yanrong thought for a while, sighed, and said, "What you said is all true, but I'm really worried that Haoxuan might become obsessed with this and not get into university. How about this, Binglan, if he wants it this year, I'll stop him." If he thinks about it after he gets into university, I won't stop him, okay? A year has passed, and Haoxuan is nowhere to be seen. Binglan felt a little lost, but at least Yanrong had agreed.

She nodded and said, "Okay, you're his mother, you make the decision. We all have to do what's best for the child, right?" Yan Rong said quietly, "Now I realize, being a woman is tough! If he really wants it too much, I can't stop him. I can only let him come to you. You should also try to stop Mingxu—oh, I forgot to tell you, Mingxu said he'll come back after the holiday. I can't talk anymore, I have to go." Bing Lan smiled back, pretending to be relaxed. "Anyway, he's not coming to see me, he'll probably come to you!" Yan Rong stood up. "We'll see, I don't know what to do." To be honest, she looked at Bing Lan and gave a bitter smile. "I really regret not remarrying. If I had remarried, this wouldn't have happened to me. Look at me now, my mind is really a mess." Bing Lan could only smile bitterly twice and said, "You said it yourself, let's take it one step at a time. Go to the shop now!" Yan Rong picked up her bag and said, "I'll go check it out, I haven't been there for several days." "Then I won't keep you for dinner, go home and take a shower and rest!" "Have Haoxuan come home for lunch tomorrow! Cook something nice tonight." Yan Rong left, her mind heavy with worry.

Chapter 31

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After Yan Rong left, Bing Lan thought a lot. Later, her head ached. Lying in bed, she kept thinking about what would happen to the two families, mother and son. Exhausted from thinking, she actually fell asleep. When she woke up again, it was past seven o'clock.

She hurriedly got up, took the chicken wings out of the freezer to thaw, then sat blankly on a stool, thinking for a while, before feeling hungry again. She hastily heated up some food to fill her stomach. Then she went back to the kitchen to busy herself.

While preparing the food, she felt a pang of sadness, as if after this meal she and Haoxuan would be separated for a long time, and she felt genuinely uncomfortable.

She muttered to herself, "What's this? I'm such a grown-up!" She said this, but her heart truly ached. She just wanted Haoxuan to come soon.

Thinking about it, there was a knock at the door. Opening it, of course, was Haoxuan's rosy-cheeked smiling face. She quickly let him in, noticing the fine sweat on his brow, and asked, "What's wrong?" "I ran back!" Haoxuan said sheepishly, "I grabbed my bag and ran after class."

Binglan put down his heavy schoolbag for him, saying with concern, "Don't tire yourself out. Take a rest, the food will be ready soon."

Haoxuan chuckled, his eyes full of anticipation! He muttered, "I'm not hungry at all!"

"Nonsense, after an afternoon of classes and evening classes, how could I not be hungry!" Binglan knew this boy was impatient, but she still wanted to appear composed.

The cultured Haoxuan uttered a few words: "Hehe, a feast for the eyes!" Binglan was amused by the child's banter. "How can he be so cheeky!" she thought, turning and heading into the kitchen. Just as

the food was being cooked, Haoxuan burst in. Before Binglan could turn around, he had already wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his face against her shoulder. His

chin resting on her shoulder, Binglan felt a tingling sensation. She turned back, feigning anger, and said, "Stop it! Go wash your hands first, we'll eat soon. After dinner, take a shower quickly, you still have homework to do!" "I don't have any homework!" Haoxuan, still resting on her shoulder, chuckled smugly. "During afternoon extracurricular activities, everyone else went out to play ball or eat, but I stayed in the classroom and finished all my homework." He spoke with a smug tone. "

Then you should hurry up and go out too, what's the point of eating if the food burns!" Binglan's tone remained firm.

Haoxuan wasn't idle; his hand moved up her waist, grasping and caressing Binglan's breasts.

Binglan's whole body went numb. She turned and glared at him, saying, "If you keep doing this, I'll get angry!" Startled, Haoxuan quickly let go, stumbled to the side, and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go wash my hands and change my clothes first." He hurriedly slipped out of the kitchen. "

When he's annoying, he's really annoying; when he's obedient, he's really obedient." Binglan laughed; this was probably true of all men. She recalled Yanrong's words from that afternoon—whether the two children would still think about it. Now, it seemed impossible for Haoxuan and Mingxu not to. It was like a dog that had eaten meat but was fed sweet potato puree every day; how could it not crave the meat?

Judging from what she said that afternoon, Yanrong wouldn't allow Haoxuan to come see her again anytime soon. Even if tonight wasn't the last night, who knew when they would meet again? Binglan felt a little disappointed. Thinking about it, "If we don't see each other, we don't see each other." She had come this far over the years, not expecting any unexpected twists, but she had been completely captivated by this half-grown boy. "Forget it! I'll find someone serious and get married again in a while! I can't rely on Haoxuan for the rest of my life."

However—Binglan is more decisive and capable than most women—but tonight, he still belongs to me. This was a glimmer of hope in Binglan's gloomy mood.

Haoxuan was really eating very fast at the dinner table. Binglan watched him eat hastily and thought the child was really hungry. She said, "Slow down, no one's going to take it from you!" while putting more food into his bowl.

Haoxuan said, "Aunt Binglan, why aren't you eating?" "Look at the time! I ate this afternoon. I'd starve if I waited for you!" Binglan watched him eat with loving eyes—Mingxu was like this a couple of years ago, eating like it was a battle.

Haoxuan picked up a piece of eel, held it in the air, and said, "Open your mouth wide, I'll feed you a bite." Binglan glanced at him, seeing his earnest expression, like she was trying to please her little wife, and grinned, saying, "Oh, you're quite considerate!" as she opened her mouth and swallowed the eel.

Haoxuan was still picking through the food on his plate when Binglan stopped him, saying, "Don't pick it all for me! You need to eat more; you still have to study!" Haoxuan chuckled, "I wanted you to feed me!" Binglan laughed, "You think you're such a nice guy? Why would I feed you? Don't you have hands?" "The husband fed the wife earlier; now the wife is feeding the husband," Haoxuan said confidently. Binglan

almost burst out laughing! "This kid is so cute! You're really shameless! What husband and wife? Who's your wife?

You are my wife !

" Binglan looked at his still-youthful, red face, his earnest and eager eyes, and her heart skipped a beat, as if she had been transported back to their courtship twenty years ago. She really felt that sweet, intimate feeling. Her heart softened at those words. He still stubbornly insisted, "How am I your wife?" Haoxuan pointed to the food on his plate, indicating he wanted to eat that piece, and without looking up, said, "Of course you're my wife! You're mine now! Don't you think so?" Binglan chuckled. "I'm yours now?" Thinking about it, it makes sense.

We've already made love; in ancient times, that would mean I was yours. "Oh—" Binglan felt a warmth in her heart. "You even know this new word, 'making love'? You never learn to be good! That's what they say in movies!" "Okay, Haoxuan, tonight I'll be your wife for one night. Open your mouth, I'll feed you." She picked up some food.

Haoxuan opened his mouth and ate, muttering, "This doesn't count, you haven't called me 'husband' yet!" Binglan thought, "Twenty-somethings can't compete with eighteen-year-olds." She, a woman in her forties, was being teased by this young boy, but it was quite amusing. Smiling, she picked up another piece of food and said, "Husband…" Her voice was sweet and melodious, even she felt a little nauseous listening to it!

Unexpectedly, Haoxuan responded even more sweetly and coquettishly, "Ah…wife." He swallowed the food.

Binglan was so angry that she poked him with her chopsticks. "Shameless! You little brat!" Haoxuan dodged the chopsticks. "You were the one who started this cheesy talk, not me! Besides, we've got a fact, and you still won't admit it!" Binglan was afraid that the boy would blurt things out in his excitement at school, so she quickly said, "Stop it! Let me tell you! If you talk nonsense about facts outside, I won't let you off the hook! Don't say anything like that!" Haoxuan nodded seriously and said, "I know, I'm not stupid!" Binglan said, "Stop calling me 'wife.' I'm so old, older than your mother, and you still call me 'wife,' I can't accept that." Haoxuan put down his chopsticks, snuggled closer, and said, "Okay, I'll only call you that when it's just the two of us, okay? If there are other people around, I'll call you 'Auntie,' okay?" Binglan looked at this little boy, who was probably experiencing the urge to call someone "wife" for the first time in his life, and thinking that she was his first woman, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. "Do whatever you want—but remember, don't give it away, don't let it out in front of anyone!"

Haoxuan chuckled and said he knew—his wife,

Binglan, was so angry her nose was

practically crooked, what a jerk! They finally finished their meal after all the fuss, and Binglan cleared the table, urging Haoxuan to take a shower.

Haoxuan leaned back in his chair, stretching, and said, "I want to shower with my wife." Binglan glanced at him, knowing exactly what he wanted, and laughed, "No way. I know what you're thinking. Go finish what you need to do first, all your papers, or your mother will blame me." "I won't! I want to shower with you!" he protested. "Don't be a jerk!" Binglan said, though she was actually a little tempted, but said, "I'll shower after you, and I'll have to mop the bathroom floor clean." "Besides," Haoxuan continued, "who showers together? My parents used to shower together." While wiping the table, Binglan looked at him curiously. "You saw that a long time ago." "Auntie, you used to shower with your husband too, right?" Binglan's youth was certainly not about such things; she and Jianbin had never taken a bath together. So she was curious about why Yanrong's parents would do something so surprising. However, she did help Jianbin bathe later when he was unwell, but at that time Jianbin was weak and wouldn't have thought of such a thing! "No, that's so ugly!" "What's the big deal? They always show people bathing together on TV!" Haoxuan retorted. "

You kids are all corrupted by TV and magazines, always thinking nonsense! Taking a bath doesn't mean anything; it's just wiping your back or something. I can't reach it myself anyway, and besides, I can help you." Even Haoxuan himself didn't believe such a statement.

Binglan couldn't see through his little scheme, but she was indeed a bit curious. She wondered what it would be like to bathe with this little boy. They never showed anything like that on TV; they usually changed the scene. But she could always fantasize about it for ages, making her heart itch. Now, she could finally try it out, but she said, "Hmm—you're right. It's been a long time since I've had a back scrub. But I can't get any funny ideas!" Haoxuan thought, "What funny ideas could I possibly have?" Aunt Binglan's sense of elders was quite strong. She said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Haoxuan absolutely refused to go take a bath first, because he was afraid Binglan would go back on her word. Binglan went in first, and solemnly closed the door, saying, "Wait a minute before you come in. I'm going to wash myself properly first; I'm sweaty! I'll call you before you come in." Haoxuan blocked the doorway, his heart pounding with excitement. He kept saying, "Hurry up, we're about to meet!" Actually, they had already met, but he was still a little excited, or rather, nervous, pacing back and forth at the door.

While taking a shower, Binglan knew Haoxuan had ulterior motives. She was a little excited, but as someone who had been through it all, she figured it was the last day anyway, and if she didn't cherish it, it would be gone.

She had already showered once that morning, but she still washed herself very carefully, especially her genitals, holding the showerhead and rinsing her vulva. The impact of the water was very relaxing; she wanted to wash herself clean, to give Haoxuan, or rather, herself, a wonderful night.

Haoxuan was getting quite impatient, quietly urging her at the door if she was done. He didn't dare call her "wife," afraid of upsetting her and making her not open the door.

Binglan had intended to say she'd wait a bit longer to tease him, but then realized she couldn't control herself at all and added, "You nagging devil!"

Haoxuan entered through the mist, completely naked. Binglan remained reserved, her back to him, but the boy didn't do anything; he simply reached out and touched her back. Binglan turned her head away angrily, saying, "Don't touch me! Your hands are so cold! Let me wash first!" Haoxuan, still grinning, obediently stood under the showerhead, his hair instantly soaked. But it couldn't hide the gleam in his eyes!

Binglan had to admit that even in the dim bathroom light, what attracted her most was Haoxuan's little penis. Although she had already had intimate contact with it, she hadn't really looked at it closely. It wasn't pubic hairy, which was probably typical for kids his age, but the little penis was quite delicate, though it was still quiet now, with the red glans peeking out. Binglan suddenly had an urge to tease it.

She asked Haoxuan with a mischievous smile, "Do you want me to help you wash?" Haoxuan readily agreed. She approached him, took a towel, and prepared to wet it, but just then, Haoxuan's little devil's hand reached out, trying to touch her breasts. Binglan laughed and pushed it away, saying, "Stop fooling around, take a proper bath! I can't start by washing his little penis." Binglan even solemnly helped him wash his upper body. Haoxuan wasn't fat; his flesh was quite firm. This little brat kept trying to grope her. She had to be careful.

When she looked down, Binglan was startled. His once soft little penis had somehow become a real, large club, standing there stiffly. The glans was like a peeled hard-boiled egg, thick and round. Binglan couldn't help but exclaim, "My goodness!" Her body had already involuntarily squatted down.

Looking closer, this little penis was at least five inches long. The urethral opening was facing her, slightly parted, and red. Binglan wanted to take it in her mouth, but was afraid Haoxuan would laugh, so she carefully raised her hand to grasp it. Haoxuan pulled back and said, "Wife, you were the one who started this!" Binglan was so angry that her nose almost twisted. This brat seemed to be mocking her as a pervert. She abruptly stood up, saying, "I don't care! I'm just trying to help you wash, and you're getting all worked up!" She turned and went to the shower to wash herself.

Haoxuan was just teasing her; he wouldn't let her get really angry. He quickly leaned forward and chuckled, "Just kidding! Wife, let me help you wash, okay?" As he spoke, his hand reached around from behind and wrapped around her waist.

His hand was still cool, and when it touched her skin, Binglan shuddered. She liked it, but she still angrily said, "Go away! Don't touch me! You promised you wouldn't do anything inappropriate!" She didn't turn her head.

Haoxuan, of course, understood that this was definitely revenge. He chuckled, "I like touching my wife and giving her a bath!" Hearing him call her "wife" repeatedly, Binglan found it both funny and a little smug. She turned her face away and said, "Let me tell you, don't call me 'wife,' I can't stand it! Call me 'old lady' is more appropriate!" "Then I'll call you 'first wife'!" Haoxuan's hand had already quietly moved up, cupping Binglan's breasts.

The feeling of Binglan's breasts being lifted into the air by Haoxuan's hands made her body float up. She didn't know what to say and softened, calling me "my first wife." "But you also have a second wife!" It sounded like she was being coquettish.

Haoxuan, cradling the heavy breasts, felt a surge of accomplishment. He listened to Binglan's teasing words: "No way! You're my only wife, my only wife for life, okay?" Binglan chuckled, knowing it was a lie, but still felt a strange sense of satisfaction. "Pah! You little devil! I don't believe you. You'll definitely find a beautiful wife someday. Then you won't even recognize me!" Haoxuan, still a child, quickly retorted, "No way! Even if I find a wife later, I'll still treat you well!" Binglan turned away, saying, "Listen to that! You tested me right away! Just now you said 'I'm the only one...' and now you're saying you're getting married! You little rascal!" Haoxuan realized the adult's cunning was too much. He quickly buried his face in Binglan's neck, squeezing her breasts, his face flushed, and said, "Anyway, I'll treat you well." Binglan was silent for a while, enjoying the warmth of Haoxuan's breath on her ear and neck, and said softly, "Haoxuan, I'm not looking for anything in the future. It's enough that we're happy now." Haoxuan hummed in agreement, remaining silent and lying there.

After a while, Binglan said, "Weren't you going to give me a bath? Go ahead!" She chuckled.

Haoxuan, whose little brother had already cooled down from her words, only now realized what she meant. He quickly said, "Yes, your clit is all cold, I'll help you wash it." Binglan giggled and said, "I'm already washed. If I had to wait for you, I'd be dying of impatience!" Haoxuan shamelessly said, "Your wash doesn't count, I'll wash you again!" Saying this, he trotted around to Binglan's side, wet his hands under the showerhead, and earnestly began to rub Binglan's body. Binglan tried to push his hands away, saying, "Stop it, it tickles!" But she was too weak for him. She said, "If you really want to help me wash, then get the dust off my back." Hao Xuan's eyes were already glued to Bing Lan's breasts. He mumbled that he'd wash the front first. The breasts, wet, looked completely different from before; they were like pears sprayed with water at a fruit stand—fresh and tender, with two large, perky, purplish-red nipples. Like all boys his age, a mature woman's breasts were something that excited Hao Xuan. He couldn't help but lean closer, gently stroking them with his hands.

Bing Lan watched his actions without stopping him, only saying, "Keep touching them, you've touched them so many times a day." Hao Xuan squatted down, taking one nipple into his mouth, mumbling, "Let me kiss it." Like a toy he could never get enough of, Hao Xuan played with the nipple in his mouth, while his other hand shamelessly caressed her other breast. The boy's hands were delicate, not rough, yet surprisingly strong. In just a few strokes, Binglan felt a slight pain in her breasts. More importantly, this sucking and touching felt like opening a floodgate in her body; she felt her brain couldn't keep up. She wanted to close her eyes and savor the pleasure.

Haoxuan, still full of energy, finished sucking one and then took the other into his mouth. Binglan watched the two naked bodies being drenched by the showerhead. Water splashed from one body to the other, and water slid down her breasts, dripping into Haoxuan's mouth. How lewd!

Haoxuan also felt a sensation he had never experienced before. His body temperature rose, and he wanted to touch the wet aunt's vulva. Just as breasts in water had a unique flavor, he wondered what a wet vulva would feel like. He straightened up and kissed Binglan's face.

Not wanting the boy to kiss her, Binglan turned her head to avoid him, only to feel Haoxuan's hand already between her legs. Her movements froze instantly, her eyes widening as Hao Xuan's lips pressed against hers. She couldn't utter a word.

She felt Hao Xuan's entire hand probing between her legs, but it couldn't penetrate. Hao Xuan gently said, "Loosen up a little." "Okay?" As if bewitched, Bing Lan obediently opened her legs. She immediately felt Hao Xuan's hand, without hesitation, cover her vulva. Her body went limp, but fortunately, Hao Xuan's other hand supported her, preventing her from losing her balance. But Hao Xuan's hand went even deeper; she felt his fingers already touching her vulva, trying to part the labia. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Hao Xuan wanted to insert his fingers into her opening, gently probing with his middle finger, as if searching for a hidden cave in a jungle. He parted the thick labia, not daring to use force, gently groping. Suddenly, as if drawn by some force, his finger sank into a hole; he knew that was it. He saw Binglan's eyes were closed, but she frowned slightly. Her hand didn't stop, it just kept probing inside.

Binglan felt the fingers enter, and in that instant, a cool sensation entered her body from her opening. She shuddered, her heart melting. But this boy's fingers seemed to only know how to go straight, as if they didn't understand that a woman's opening faces upwards. His rough handling hurt her flesh, and she murmured, "Be gentle, it hurts..." Haoxuan paused, realizing he hadn't used much force, but still withdrew his finger and began to caress Binglan's opening. This touch landed on Binglan's protruding clitoris. Binglan let out a soft moan, her eyes closing even tighter. Haoxuan just found it amusing and gently rubbed it with his fingertip. Binglan opened her eyes, looking at Haoxuan with a strange expression. Seeing that she didn't resist, Haoxuan increased the frequency of his fingers, and then he heard Binglan murmur in her throat, "That's it." Haoxuan knew Binglan was excited, so he used two fingers to pinch and tease the small bud. Binglan's legs could barely support her weight; she bit her lip, inhaling deeply and moaning softly. Haoxuan noticed that the opening was getting increasingly wet, making it feel even smoother. He tried inserting his fingers again, this time easily.

Entering a secret world excited Haoxuan. He gently touched the vaginal walls with his fingertips, each touch eliciting soft moans from Binglan. Binglan seemed to be floating between heaven and earth, feeling weak all over, only her vagina remaining responsive. Subconsciously, she craved stronger stimulation, whispering, "Kiss it." Haoxuan didn't hear her clearly at first, but realized what she meant when she said "Kiss it" again. He quickly withdrew his fingers and knelt down. Binglan's wet pubic hair clung messily to her lower abdomen, and Haoxuan could see a small slit hidden among the tufts. Without hesitation, he pressed his tongue against it. However, he could only seem to reach the tip of the slit. He tried several times but couldn't penetrate deep enough to reach the entrance. He was a little annoyed that his tongue was too short. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He spread her legs and buried his head between them, tilting his head back. Although the position was a bit strange, at least he could reach her vulva.

Binglan was deeply stimulated by the feeling of the warm tongue probing her entrance. She unconsciously pushed her hips forward, seemingly to accommodate Haoxuan's efforts. But when the protrusion on Haoxuan's tongue stimulated the tender flesh inside her vulva, she could no longer hold back and cried out, leaning her body against the cool tile wall. Ignoring the cold, Haoxuan's nose was pressed against her clitoris, and his tongue, like a little ghost, burrowed inside. She could clearly feel her vulva wide open, with lustful fluids flowing freely.

Hao Xuan felt it too; streams of vaginal fluid flowed from the opening onto his tongue, mouth, and nose, almost choking him. Most importantly, he was exhausted from tilting his head back like that. He stopped, sat on the floor, wiped his damp face, and looked up to see Bing Lan leaning against the wall, eyes closed, panting heavily.

Hao Xuan glanced around. He hoped to change positions. The bathroom was too small, with only a shower and a toilet. The toilet! Hao Xuan's eyes lit up. The toilet lid was closed, like a small stool. He remembered a scene in Aunt Ji Qin's kitchen; Aunt Ji Qin had been lying on the stove, her buttocks raised high, and that's how he had penetrated her. He jumped up and pulled the still dazed Bing Lan over. Bing Lan asked in surprise, "What are you doing?" Hao Xuan said, "You lie down here!" Bing Lan, being experienced, immediately understood what Hao Xuan wanted to do. Without saying anything, she leaned over the toilet lid.

Haoxuan was behind her, clearly seeing Binglan's anus and large vulva. At that moment, he felt his whole body filled with desire; nothing could be more stimulating! Binglan's legs were spread wide, her purplish-red vulva open, and droplets of moisture from her body dripped down her pubic hair, like moss after rain in a primeval forest. He knelt behind her, his tongue immediately licking the vulva.

Binglan had never been kissed like this before. She had expected Haoxuan to insert his penis, but unexpectedly… it was too surprising. She let out a long, drawn-out "Ah!" Haoxuan still felt his tongue wasn't working properly this way. He didn't even hear Binglan's cries. Looking up, he saw that Haoxuan's body was too high. He patted her back, "Lower, lower still." Binglan obediently pressed her whole body down, raising her buttocks even higher. Haoxuan returned to his work station with satisfaction.

This was much better than the strange position before. Not only was it less awkward, but every kiss was truly on the entrance, and his tongue could go straight in. Haoxuan spread her buttocks apart, exposing more of her opening, his tongue like a bee gathering nectar, diligently sucking.

But this position was too stimulating for Binglan. Haoxuan's tongue swept across her vulva again and again, teasing her labia and even probing inside. Several times, she was so aroused that she shuddered all over, almost rising to a climax, whimpering incoherently. Haoxuan

continued his tireless licking, making Binglan's vulva grow wider and wider, and her juices flowed more and more. Her emptiness grew stronger; she had never longed for a penis to penetrate her so intensely, to thrust into her a thousand times. She struggled, pleading, "Haoxuan, put it in... put it in." Haoxuan heard her voice trembling with tears.

He, too, had been holding back for a long time; his penis, softening and hardening with each stimulation, was causing him discomfort. Now, as if on command, he sprang to life.

He lowered his head, holding his penis, ready to go, but then glanced at his destination again. Binglan's open vagina was clearly visible; her two large, drooping labia were bright red and engorged with blood. Haoxuan playfully teased her with his penis, refusing to penetrate, while Binglan was already impatient. She begged, "My ancestor, please stop teasing me, just put it in!" Haoxuan didn't even need to aim, because the opening was wide open. His penis slid in as if it were returning home. Binglan's body trembled suddenly.

Then, she was propelled forward by the powerful impact.

Haoxuan's hands supported her waist, preventing her from hitting the water tank behind her, and making his thrusts even more powerful. This entry and exit was so convenient.

Whether it was bathwater or secretions from Aunt Binglan's vagina, Haoxuan felt her vaginal cavity was incredibly slippery. Each thrust was accompanied by a splashing sound.

How lewd! In this steamy bathroom, a seventeen-year-old boy and a mature woman in her forties sat facing each other. The woman, her buttocks raised, welcomed the young man's penis, emitting soft moans. Hao Xuan looked up, feeling as if it were a dream. It was unimaginable, something he wouldn't have even dreamt of just two days ago. But he knew it was real.

He didn't stop his thrusting; each slap echoed with Bing Lan's low, guttural moans. He could tell that Aunt Bing Lan was desperately suppressing her passion, but it was precisely this suppressed sound and suppressed desire that excited Hao Xuan the most. Hao Xuan felt that while he was having sex with Aunt Bing Lan, wasn't her ecstatic performance also a form of pleasure? Or rather, he wasn't just a recipient; to a large extent, he felt like a giver.

This thought gave him a sense of responsibility!

He felt obligated to give Aunt Bing Lan pleasure!

He increased the intensity and frequency of his thrusts.

Under his rapid, rhythmic thrusts, Binglan gradually lost control, her cries growing louder and louder. "Haoxuan, slow down! You're killing me!" she cried. "Haoxuan, slow down! Slow down!" Ah… Haoxuan, childishly ignoring her pleas, continued his relentless thrusting.

Binglan felt her legs could barely stand. Several times, she felt her knees buckle, about to collapse to the ground. She struggled to turn her head, saying, "Haoxuan, I can't take it anymore, let's rest." Seeing her flushed face and pleading expression, Haoxuan had no choice but to withdraw his penis. Like a machine with its plug removed, Binglan went limp, slumped against the toilet seat, panting heavily, speechless for a long time.

Haoxuan leaned against the wall, looking at the woman before him.

He didn't know if he truly liked her, or if it was merely for the sake of having sex with her. He felt he liked Ji Qin more, but he also genuinely liked Aunt Binglan. He wondered why he liked these two women, both around the age of aunties, and how different they were—from their looks and demeanor to their figures and even their way of speaking. But Haoxuan felt they shared two striking similarities: both were incredibly mature, like ripe grapes hanging on a vine—a maturity far beyond anything immature could possess. And both were kind to him, treating him like an auntie or a mother.

Mother!

The moment that word flashed through his mind, his penis jerked upwards. He immediately pictured his mother's face, his heart skipping a beat. His mother was beautiful and alluring; would she ever appear naked? What would she look like naked?

Although he had vaguely considered his mother's body before, he had never imagined it so raw, so sensual!

It was just too...you know! ...

Haoxuan felt he shouldn't be thinking like this. He tried to pull his thoughts back to the present.

Binglan was still lying there, silent.

Haoxuan knelt down affectionately, gently stroking her back. Although not perfectly smooth, it was still thick and firm. Moistened by the mist, it felt very comfortable.

Binglan remained still. His hand playfully slipped from under her armpits to the front, gently grasping her breasts. Both nipples were incredibly hard, like two large grapes. He kneaded them.

Binglan said softly, "Stop it, let me rest!" Haoxuan chuckled and asked, "Are you comfortable or uncomfortable?" Binglan's legs and back ached; she felt she couldn't stand up. Was she uncomfortable? Of course not. A young man's energy was always so abundant. Under his thrusts, she seemed to have returned to her youth. Those were such joyful, so passionate times. But those times had passed too quickly; she had lived in memories and imaginations for so long. Now, it felt as if those years had returned. She noticed the smile on her lips.

She found it strange; men were truly interesting. He always likes to ask all sorts of questions during sex, insisting on whether the woman is comfortable. He even needs the woman to say it herself, as if only then can he feel a sense of dignity as a man. This little Haoxuan is like that too, it's really funny. He's clearly enjoying it, but he still says he's uncomfortable! Haoxuan pressed her for an answer. This answer was indeed unexpected; he was now worried that he might have been too rough. He quickly nestled against her neck and asked.

Binglan could feel his rapid breathing and couldn't help but feel both amused and annoyed. "Are you really stupid or just pretending?" she said. Haoxuan finally understood Binglan's tone and chuckled, "You're lying to me!" Binglan laughed and said, "Who told you to ask such a silly question? Then tell me, do you like it this way?" Haoxuan persisted.

Binglan got up from the floor, turned and sat on the toilet seat, looking at the seemingly well-mannered little boy in front of her, and nodded seriously, saying she liked it. Haoxuan still grinned foolishly and said, "I like it too." Binglan blurted out, "You like doing this with me?" This was indeed the question on her mind as well.

"I like it!" Haoxuan was getting impatient, because he felt his energy returning.

Binglan noticed his eagerness and asked, "Do you like me or do this with me? Can you answer later?" "No, answer this question first." Haoxuan hesitated for a moment and said, "I...I don't know. I don't have any female classmates I like, and I've never done this with any of them, so I don't know. But I like being with you. I feel especially safe, especially...exciting." Binglan knew that a kid this age just wanted something new and exciting. Love—maybe it didn't even exist. Are women just as foolish as men? Even knowing they won't get an answer, they still want to know if the man likes them. If he says yes, even if the woman hears the perfunctory tone, she's still happy.

Who cares? If he's happy, I'm comfortable, that's enough. Binglan had experienced a lot in her first forty years, and now she had long since come to terms with things. A life lived in mediocrity is still a life, a life lived freely is also a life. Some things just can't be worried about anymore! She grabbed Haoxuan and asked, "What do we do now?"

Haoxuan said, "I want you to sit on my lap!" As he spoke, he pulled Binglan up and sat on the toilet,

his little brother sticking up in the air. He looked at Binglan excitedly and said, "Sit on me." Binglan thought the position was really

strange, especially on the toilet. She laughed and said, "You really came up with this idea! If I sit on you, I'll crush you!" "

It's okay, sit down!" Binglan carefully sat down.

It was a crazy night. Binglan knew this was the last night she would spend with Haoxuan, so despite being exhausted, she tried her best to cooperate with Haoxuan's innocence and mischief, as well as his seemingly inexhaustible energy. During this time, she really felt like her back was about to give way, and her legs were aching from being rubbed, but she still enjoyed every minute.

Finally, Haoxuan pressed her down on the warm bathroom floor and ejaculated. The two of them lay naked on the bathroom floor, entwined, their heads and bodies drenched by the showerhead. Haoxuan's final thrust felt like he was crushing her; with a Christ-like expression of ecstasy, he ejaculated into Binglan's vagina once more.

For a long time, Binglan remained motionless, letting the water pour over her body and flow down the floor beneath her. She savored it, replaying everything that had happened in the past few days. Words like excitement, pleasure, madness, and absurdity flashed through her mind. She even began to fantasize about when such an occasion would come again.

When she saw Haoxuan leaning against the wall, staring blankly at her, she knew that the night was over.

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