[Mother's Lover] [Author: Gloria Shad] [The End]

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Foreword:
I love erotic novels and have collected many, but unfortunately, I lost most of them during several moves. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, thinking of them is heartbreaking.
A while ago, while sorting through my old books, I found this one. The joy of finding it again is indescribable. I vaguely remember buying it at a used bookstore in Taipei. Judging from its appearance, it looks like an old woman's quilt—it's quite old! Publisher: Hong Kong Global Publishing Company, price: HK$5 per copy. According to the translator, Mr. Yang, it was completed in January 1962, so the publication date should be around that time. (Wow! 1962! Many of those reading this weren't even born yet!
Hehe! Hehe!)
"Mother's Lover" was said to be very popular among young students at the time; even those who hadn't read it were well-known world classics! The style, writing, and descriptions of situations in this book are quite different from the numerous Japanese-style Chinese erotic novels that have recently been published. Based on the principle of "good things should be shared with good friends," I have, despite my limited knowledge, revised and meticulously edited it for the enjoyment of fellow enthusiasts. I hope you will like it, and please feel free to offer your corrections! — Camel Xiangzi, written
at Feimengxuan,
March 20, 1998. Translator's Note: The author of this book, Gloria Shade, is a nineteen-year-old French girl majoring in sexual psychology at the University of Paris. In recent years, she has written several stories about her sexual relationship with her mother, using her innocent and skillful writing style. Her bold descriptions and detailed portrayals have made her a popular figure in European research on sexual psychology, and she is often referred to as "the second Sagang." Sagang is the author of the novels such as "The Jade Pavilion Spring Robbery" and "A Smile's Fate," and is also a nineteen-year-old French prodigy, renowned internationally for her bold and explicit writing. Her mother is Delilah. Shade, 35 years old, was a stunningly beautiful and renowned young widow, currently the wealthiest and most glamorous young widow in Europe. She came from a distinguished family, being the daughter of sexologist Dr. Kinsey, and had a strong family background from a young age. Her husband was oil tycoon David. After Shade's death, she and her daughter lived in the Rivera villa, actively participating in social circles, attracting numerous wealthy businessmen and politicians from Europe and America. (I) To catch the Rivera summer vacation rush, I asked Professor B in my department if I could fly home before the final exams. Professor B secretly winked at me and said, "So you don't want your final exam credits?" "Why would I not?" I gave him a lewd look and said, "I'll buy you a beer tonight, and after we're done, come to your dorm and I'll let you calculate my total grades! How about that, dear professor?" He couldn't say no. His lecherous face and his dead fish-like eyes were fixed on my high breasts and my plump mons pubis in my tight pants. I gave him another seductive wink, then drove to the travel agency to buy plane tickets. Tomorrow noon I could enjoy myself with my mother. That night, I took the beer and a book on the art of sex and entered Professor B's bedroom. This middle-aged, solitary Sicilian man was quite the pervert. He was already lying naked on the sofa, his ugly penis pointing straight up. As soon as he saw me come in, he pounced on me and hugged me tightly. In an instant, he had stripped me naked. It was an easy thing to do. I was only wearing a low-cut floral dress. According to the habit passed down from my mother, I don't wear underwear. He only needed to pull down the zipper at the back of my waist, and my body was completely exposed. Seeing his panting, I couldn't help but chuckle. I said, "Professor! Can't you wait a few sips of beer before you come?" "I'm getting impatient!" he said. "Look how hard I am! To be honest, if you don't let me put it in your vagina soon, I'm going to start masturbating!" He looked as pitiful as a starving stray dog, kneeling down and hugging me, kissing my chest and abdomen repeatedly, even trying to kiss my vulva. I picked up his not-so-impressive penis to take a look! Ah! There was a chipped corner at the tip of the glans. Seeing that strange shape, my heart sank. I said, "Professor, how did it get like this?" He proudly held it up and said, "Once I was fucking a Corsican shrew, and she rejected me with a scout knife..." "She originally wanted to cut you off at the root!" I smiled. "Yes, luckily I pulled back quickly and only lost a little bit." "But a man's penis needs to be intact for it to be good. During intercourse, if the glans isn't fully enlarged, it won't be stimulating enough." "Enough, enough!" He panted as he spread my legs, trying to insert himself into my vagina, saying angrily, "I still have a lot of energy. I'll definitely satisfy you." I closed my legs, stopping him from saying, "However, Professor, why don't you get married? If you were married, wouldn't you be able to do whatever you want day and night?" "I've been married, but those women all left me one after another," he said dejectedly. "Why? Aren't you a very sexy man?" "I don't have the ability to last long during intercourse. Often, just when they're in the middle of their passion, I give up." He said, lowering his head in shame, his penis also going limp and shrinking. Just as I expected, most men with sexual impulses are like this. True masculine beauty exists in those men who are outwardly aloof and composed. But facing the poor professor, I was only going along with him to cheat my way into credits, so I couldn't care less about the consequences. Anyway, as long as I returned to Rivera's house, I wouldn't have to worry about a life of lavish and luxurious sex. So I hugged the professor and comforted him, saying, "Dear professor, you underestimate yourself. You're still a vigorous man. Look how big your penis is!" I took his penis and rubbed it in my palm, and it became erect again. The professor's eyes regained their previous fiery light. I threw my whole body into his arms and continued, "Then please do your best on me! Don't forget I'm still a nineteen-year-old girl. You can make me cry with pleasure!" As I spoke, I spread my legs wide, and the professor, like a mad beast, used his erect penis to penetrate me. His penis was so delicate and short that even though he did his best, I couldn't feel any pleasure from it. He only thrust rapidly a dozen times, and before we even changed positions, he ejaculated. It was extremely ordinary from beginning to end, nothing worth writing about, but his revival was quite fast. As I flipped through the art of sex I'd brought, while he lay on my breasts to regain his strength, I'd only read a few pages before his penis became erect again inside me. He then began thrusting wildly, ejaculating after only a dozen or so strokes. This went on intermittently four times. As dawn approached, we got up, drank beer, ate some snacks, and had sex twice more. Finally, he fell asleep amidst some incoherent whispers of love. I pushed him away like a corpse, covered him with a sheet, and hurriedly washed up and dressed. He'd been with me all night, but I hadn't felt any satisfaction; only the tingling, itchy sensation inside and out from his thrusts intensified my desire to go home. Yes, just being home and watching my mother having sex with men is enough to fuel my lust. When I comb my hair in front of the mirror, I vividly picture Uncle John's magnificent physique, the black singer Charles's donkey-like body, and my beloved Butler. Butler is the most desirable of my travel companions; he has everything Uncle John and Charles have, and he also has something they lack: he possesses boundless youth.

I muttered to myself, "Will they come this year? Or have they already come, and are they already living at home with Mom, enjoying themselves?" I left a note under Professor B's pillow that read: "Dear Professor B... last night you gave me six thrusts, a total of ninety-six. Ninety-six, that's my total credits for the final exam. Please fill out your report card and send it back to my house. I'll be a little late when next semester starts, but I promise to give you a new nude dance record. I'll come and teach you how to dance, and give you a little... well, you know... meal." After leaving the professor's bedroom, I drove back to the women's dormitory to get some odds and ends, changed into my most fashionable and sexy travel clothes, and went to the airport to catch the nine o'clock flight to Rivera. Shortly after takeoff, having not slept well all night, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
The plane landed at Marseille airport, and the turbulence of landing woke me from my deep sleep. I immediately found myself lying in a man's arms. He seemed to have been touching me all the way, his palm rubbing my nipples through my clothes, making me feel itchy and tingly all over. I immediately sat up with a start, ready to pretend to act out, but oh my! It was Uncle John!
"Oh! Uncle John! What are you doing here?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes! I boarded from Orléans."
He was all smiles. He had gained some weight since last year, but he seemed even more charming as a middle-aged man. Yes, someone like him, successful and wealthy, who had experienced and seen everything, was truly a combination of God and the devil, overflowing with vitality.
His skin was ruddy, his expression deep, and his genitals looked large and powerful—no wonder Mom welcomed him to our house for vacations every year. A subtle pang of jealousy shot through me, and I immediately frowned, sneering, "Uncle John, you're really indecent. Why have you been touching me like that the whole way?" "Haha…" Caught off guard by my outburst, his face flushed even more.
"Actually, Grace…" he continued, grinning, "Actually, if I didn't touch you like this, you definitely wouldn't have slept so well. Grace, your figure is so beautiful, even better than your mother's." I gave him a flirtatious wink.
"Of course I'm prettier than my mother. I'm nineteen this year, but Uncle John, give me a break. You're more than half my age..." "Yes, that's why I know more than young people. If you don't believe me, just ask your mother. I guarantee that if I didn't come to the Rivera for vacation, your mother wouldn't have been able to enjoy this summer." I spat at him, but I truly believed it in my heart. My mother loved him more than Charles or any other lover she had... After we got off the plane, we boarded a train bound for Nice. The train would travel along the entire French Riviera before reaching the Rivera.
Uncle John and I sat in the same seat the whole way. His right hand was always behind my back, embracing me. Because my clothes were tight and thin, the warmth of his palm felt like it was caressing my skin. He then touched my nipples and teased my genitals along my lower abdomen. I knew it wasn't something an elder should do, but his "touching technique" was so subtle that it made my whole body feel hot. The chair was completely isolated, so even if I unzipped my pants and let him touch me to his heart's content, no one would see.
"Uncle John! What did you bring this year?"
I leaned halfway into his arms. I knew that his and my mother's methods of pleasure went beyond mere genital contact. For example, last year he brought a mysterious gift for my mother. Although I couldn't see what it was, it was always something they used to enhance their sex life.
As we spoke, my hand accidentally brushed against his enormous member. Its imposing size made my heart pound; it was two or three times thicker and longer than Professor B's or any of the male classmates I'd dated at school. Uncle John, seeing my dazed expression, chuckled. "Of course I brought something new," he said. "But it's only for your mother. You're too young for that!" "Ugh! I won't have it! Uncle John, you're underestimating me; I'm still just a child," I pouted. "Look!" I held up the roll of erotic art beside me. I said to him, "I've done quite a bit of research on this kind of thing!" Uncle John took the roll of printed material, glanced at it briefly, and said with a slight smile, "That's all very childish stuff!" He wiped his lips with his hand and said, "Actually, the art of sex is very difficult to understand. It requires a high degree of indulgence on both sides, deep restraint, sustained emotion, and a tight connection of the genitals..." When he talked about the tight connection of the genitals, he used his hands to demonstrate the connection of male and female genitals and thrust in and out a few times. I fully expected him to continue giving me this wonderful lesson, but he stopped and took out a cigar from his pocket to smoke. What a lecherous old man!
"Have you had any particularly impressive achievements at school this semester?" he suddenly asked me.
"Ah! No need to say!"
I suddenly remembered the miserable scene with Professor B last night, and felt both disgusted and amused. So, I poured out the whole story to Uncle John, even describing the smallest grievances. He laughed heartily as he listened.
"Professors are all bad at handling things,"
he said smugly, stretching in his chair. Then he leaned closer and whispered, "They're passionate but malnourished, lacking stamina and endurance. Their weakness is legendary. Grace, you only managed 96 thrusts in six tries, poor thing! The night I said 'goodbye' to your mother last year, we played for two hours straight, and we only went in and out twice a minute!" Yes, Uncle John had truly hit the nail on the head: slow, delicate, persistent, and ecstatic—that was indeed the highest philosophy of sexology! His words had me aroused, and I felt a little fluid seeping from my vagina. I was so aroused I almost wanted Uncle John to come to the bathroom with me and have sex with me. So I patted his crotch and stood up, saying, "My pants are wet. Would you like to come to the bathroom with me?" But he just gave me a knowing look and said, "We're only one stop away from home. I think you should go home and change!" Good heavens! How difficult it is for us women to seduce a suitable man when we're in a desperate need!
So, feeling rather bored, I headed towards the restroom, because if my pants got too wet, I'd be too embarrassed to leave the station—I wasn't wearing anything underneath!
We arrived in Rivera around 11 a.m. My servant, Sino, was already waiting for us in the car. Uncle John and I rode through the city center along the seaside road towards home. The sun was shining brightly, and the beach was packed with tens of thousands of men and women, all from around the world on vacation. They were dressed very revealingly, and many couples were embracing and kissing under parasols. Everywhere you looked, there was a vibrant scene of passion.
They all yearned for sexual contact, but constrained by the public gaze, they had no choice but to embrace and fantasize. Many, unable to suppress their desires, ended up jumping into the sea to cool off.
I felt incredibly fortunate to have joined this joyous crowd—yes, my family belonged to it, and it seemed as if the entire crowd belonged to my family.
Indeed, among those millions of tourists, I wondered how many handsome men were my mother's friends or would be our friends. I longed to stop the car, strip down, and plunge naked into the crowd for some fun. I asked Uncle John, "Do you think my mother is swimming on the beach right now?" "No," he replied, "she's probably still at home. Charles came last week; I saw him off at the airport in New York. And your mother, Butler—the day before yesterday, when I was crossing the Brazilian coast, he and his father caught a flight to Marseille in Rio de Janeiro. They're all waiting for you at home." "Ah! Butler, my lovely Latin lover!"
I thought of Butler's magnificent physique; this time, he was truly going to be my savior! In short, as soon as I stepped inside, I would ask him to relieve my sexual frustration, which had been burning for thirty-six hours straight.
"Hurry up, Sino, I'm starving!" I urged the servant. Uncle John and I exchanged a knowing smile, and then he took the opportunity to fondle my genitals, and I opened my legs for him to touch.
As soon as we got home, after Mom and I kissed, she and Uncle John fell into a passionate embrace. She pressed her half-naked, voluptuous body against him, stretching her pale neck, half-closing her watery eyes, and bringing her cherry lips to his. He kissed her, a wild and provocative kiss. Uncle John's hands were initially around Mom's full buttocks, but as the kiss became more intense, he reached over and caressed Mom's genitals. Mom's hips writhed, her waist swayed, and her long, fleshy legs trembled, as if she were unbearably ticklish.
The kiss lasted for a good minute or so. I couldn't resist the urge, so I gestured to Butler, who was sitting next to me, to kiss me the same way. But he was so young and naive, so I had no choice but to imitate how Uncle John kissed Mom, and I took the initiative to reach over and tease his genitals.
At that moment, Charles, a Black man, was sitting in the hall, singing and playing the piano. His singing was full of sexual provocation; perhaps he had had enough fun with Mom these past few days. He watched Uncle John being wild with Mom, yet remained unmoved. Yes, this magnanimous indifference was the best-kept rule in our little group. We would never have those outdated notions of devotion, possession, or fidelity in love; we were purely the most thorough hedonists!
Mom had prepared a very lavish lunch, with seafood, rare meats, strong liquor, and other highly stimulating foods.
That was, of course, Mom's way of entertaining Uncle John. After lunch, everyone sat in the living room. I knew Mom wanted to get rid of Charles and me, because since dinner, she had been constantly exchanging glances with Uncle John. So, I made an excuse to go swimming at the beach with Butler, and we left them.
Butler and I walked hand in hand toward my bedroom. Of course, he knew what I meant, so as soon as we entered, he locked the door behind him and hurriedly began to undress. I was also unzipping my pants. In an instant, we were naked facing each other. Butler pounced on me, pinning me to the bed, panting, "Gree, I love you so much, I've missed you so much. I've been waiting for you here for three whole days and nights." "Enough with the small talk, Butler!" I gripped his penis tightly and said, "Get your penis as hard and long as it can be, and then thrust hard..." "Put it in, don't be afraid of the pain, I'm dying of thirst!" Bo was young and vigorous; as soon as he saw me naked, his penis was already erect. With my ministrations, it was throbbing hard. I had already opened my vulva wide, and he grabbed my breasts tightly, forcefully thrusting his six-inch-long member into my labia. My God, this made me dizzy with pleasure; I suspected my vaginal opening had been torn open. But before I could even process that, Botler began his vigorous thrusting.
He straddled me, frantically pulling his penis in and out of my vagina. After a hundred or so thrusts, I was already gushing with lustful fluids.
Butler suddenly lifted me up, and in his arms, his penis subtly penetrated my labia from beneath my buttocks. He wrapped his arms around my breasts, and I desperately squeezed my vulva downwards to allow his penis to penetrate deeper. Butler was indeed astonishingly skilled
in this new technique; each time he struck my sensitive spot, I cried out in pleasure. Every thrust and withdrawal, every teasing and manipulating motion, sent shivers down my spine. But then I suddenly remembered that the book on the art of sex had mentioned that if the method of intercourse was correct, the woman could experience a kind of ecstatic pleasure. Therefore, I resolved to seek that blissful experience with Butler. So I happily and wholeheartedly cooperated with him; when he withdrew, I gripped his penis tightly with my vagina, and when he thrust in, I thrust back against him with equal force.
Then we changed to a side-lying position, but that wasn't exciting enough. So I sat on the edge of the bed, spread my legs, and had Butler stand and thrust into me forcefully. The stimulation of each thrust made my heart race, and I thought I was about to reach that truly blissful stage.
But just as I was about to enter that chaotic state of pleasure, Butler couldn't hold on any longer. He let out a strange cry and held me tightly, refusing to move. The tip of his penis pressed against my cervix, and he ejaculated hot semen. I knew things had gone wrong, while I was still at the peak of my arousal. I really wanted to bite his shoulder, because the stimulation of his ejaculation had plunged me into another, even stronger sexual need.
However, it had to stop there. Poor Butler's penis was beginning to soften inside my vagina, so I held him firmly, giving him loving caresses. Although he hadn't given me the ultimate pleasure, he had done his best, and he was one of the more enduring men I had ever been with.
"Gree!" he said after a short rest, "I'm going to India next year to study yoga. Once I learn that method, I'll be able to handle it with ease." "Why are you thinking about those things? Aren't you very strong now?" "No! Gree, I still can't get enough. Don't lie to me, you're not satisfied yet!" "Boo! I've had enough, I love you very much!" I gave him a comforting kiss to prevent his feelings of inferiority from hurting him.
Suddenly, I remembered Mom and Uncle John. I had to seize the opportunity to witness their sexual intercourse; this was my biggest ambition for this trip home! So I gently slid Butler off my body, and I reached out to stroke his limp penis, saying, "Butler! I'm really tired from the flight today. I'll take a nap in bed this afternoon, and tonight we'll go swimming in the sea again. The strap of my swimsuit broke. Would you drive to the city to buy me a new one?" "Sure, I'll go pick out a silk bikini-style swimsuit for you." "Choose the newest style, the thinner and less fabric the better, just enough to cover your vulva and nipples." "Wouldn't that be too revealing?" "What does it matter? Besides, it'll save you some trouble when you're undressing me!" With that, I gave him a lewd look, and he impulsively tried to hug me again, but I stopped him. I pushed him away and got up to get dressed, and he obediently opened the door. After I made him coffee and milk, he drove off.
I quickly washed up, put on my clothes again, and hurried through the garden to my mother's two-room suite, where velvet curtains usually hung. I hid behind one of the curtains.
Servants weren't allowed into this row of houses without a bell, so I could freely eavesdrop and spy on everything in my mother's bedroom. As soon as I stopped, I heard Uncle John and Charles's voices coming from the suite. My heart relaxed considerably, because I knew the real show was yet to come, and my mother was already using her charm. I heard her say, "Dear Charles, do you remember yesterday's inspiration?" "What? You mean the 'Symphony of Soul and Flesh' that I'm composing for you?" "Yes, I thought if you didn't go back and start writing the score today, you wouldn't be able to finish it." "Oh, Dahlia! That won't happen. I'm already a successful composer." Although I was behind the curtain, I could see my mother's annoyed face. Charles, the black man, was indeed incredibly tactless.
"I'm so sorry, both of you. I'm going to Nice with Greta this afternoon to buy some lace, and I might not be back until very late. I think you two should go to the beach for some fun tonight!" Mom was giving them the hint to leave, but could she really bear to send Uncle John away too? No, absolutely not. They must have secretly planned this beforehand; it was a tactic used against black men.
"Then let's go have some fun, Charles," came Uncle John's voice.
They emerged from the sitting room one after the other, one beaming with pride, the other hanging his head like a defeated rooster.
Mom hummed a cheerful tune in the room. Less than ten minutes after the men left, Mom was completely naked, holding spices in one hand and a towel in the other. She walked naked from the bedroom into the bathroom, threw the towel and spices on the dressing table next to the tub, and stood in front of the mirror, admiring her body with satisfaction.
Because I was standing at an angle to the mirror, I could clearly see my mother's beautiful curves. Her body was exceptionally full. Although she was thirty-nine years old, perhaps that was the prime of her female beauty! My mother's body was incredibly beautiful, white and tender, with distinct curves. Her sexy charm made my heart flutter.
Her breasts were round and high, with two red nipples pointing outwards. I envied how well she maintained them; she didn't need a bra to keep them perky. Naturally, men would be infatuated with her. Even now, seeing them, I wanted to reach out and touch them, and even open my mouth to lick them. Ah!
How wonderful it would be to nestle my whole cheek against her breasts!
At this moment, Mom was lazily leaning against a gray soft chair. It seemed that she hadn't gone to the bathroom to take a bath immediately. Perhaps she wanted to be completely naked, or maybe she and Uncle John would have a good naked lovemaking session in the bathroom. In any case, since I was already standing quietly inside the tent, and the angle of my view was so clear, I could only watch quietly.
At this moment, Mom's hand was caressing her genitals, seemingly unable to contain her desire. My gaze followed her down there. Mom's buttocks were so full and white, their round curves extending from her waist, stretching out in an arc into two large, fleshy petals, their protrusion even more pronounced than her breasts. The lower end of the curve beautifully connected to her glistening thighs.
Her thighs were so symmetrical and perfectly proportioned, extending downwards, every part exquisitely beautiful, even her ankles and toes. The insteps of her feet, from often dancing in high heels, had formed a sensual curve. The skin of her entire leg was so white and rosy, without a single stray hair or blemish, showing how meticulously she maintained her appearance.
Suddenly, Mom parted her legs, her right hand, which had been resting on her lower abdomen, now irresistibly moved downwards to scratch her genitals. My gaze followed her to that mysterious place that I most envied.
It turned out that Mom's lower abdomen, the kind of lower abdomen that symbolizes sexuality, was also appropriately rounded. Below her lower abdomen, it dipped slightly backward, then curved downwards into a semi-circular fleshy mound—that was Mom's unique genitalia, at least different from mine and my female classmates'. Mom's full mons pubis was as large as both of ours, with only a few pubic hairs growing on it. And because it was well-maintained, the skin on the pores was a charmingly rosy red. Speaking of the color of the flesh on the mons pubis, I could say I was slightly better.
Mom's mons pubis had turned slightly purple from the friction of intercourse, while mine was still a delicate, bright red. At this moment, because Mom's thighs were open, I could see the entirety of her vulva. Although I often bathed with Mom, this was the first time I had seen her vulva like this.
Her labia were earthy red and long, the cleft of her vulva was five or six inches long, and the vulva was surrounded by plump, red flesh, with a clitoris the size of a thumb protruding in the center.
Although I couldn't measure the depth of my mother's vagina, it was so magnificent, so moist and red, that I felt it truly could accommodate any man's penis. The more I looked, the more I felt my mother was a great woman. I especially hoped that when I became a woman in my thirties, I could also have such a plump vulva.
Yes, after fully appreciating my mother's gorgeous naked beauty, I had to admit that she was the sexiest woman in the world. All the world's finest clothes suited her, but bras and panties were superfluous for her. She didn't need those things. Her body was already perfect and sexy. She was only suitable for complete nudity, or wearing only a thin shirt on the outside and nothing underneath. My mother's body made me envious, and her hedonistic spirit made me admire her even more. Having a woman like my mother as my mother, I have endless pride.
Mom sat up from the soft cushion, her knees bent and legs crossed, rubbing her breasts against her thighs. I knew she had been waiting impatiently for Uncle John, but her posture and demeanor remained elegant and leisurely, without a trace of impatience. She reached for a book on the dressing table, a collection of erotic pictures Uncle Kinsey had recently sent from Madrid. She glanced at a few pages, then put the book down, stood up, and gracefully stepped into the bathtub.
I knew her bathwater usually contained musk, lemon juice, and milk, but today I seemed to smell a different, alluring scent, a fragrant and intoxicating aroma. After inhaling it for a while, I felt a burning itch in my heart and a tingling sensation in my vagina, a strong urge for a man's penis to give me a good time. But I endured it, knowing that Uncle John would only be out for a short while and would be back soon.
Just then, Mom hummed a sultry, seductive song as she washed her large breasts in the bathwater. At that moment, a man's footsteps sounded outside the sitting room, followed by Uncle John knocking on the door.
"Dalila! Dalila! I'm back, Dalila!"
"Is that John?" Mom called back from the bathtub. "The door isn't locked, please come in!" Uncle John entered, locking the door behind him. His face was plastered with a greasy, lewd grin, and his entire body radiated a hungry lust. As soon as he entered the sitting room, he turned around and saw the bathroom door ajar, with the sound of splashing water coming from inside. He knew everything was ready, so he walked into Mom's bedroom without any hesitation. I was wondering why he didn't immediately go into the bathroom to tease Mom when Mom spoke up from the bathtub.
"John! I'm soaking in the bathtub!"
Her voice reminded me of a female cat about to mate on the roof tiles.
"I know, Dali. Let me take off my clothes first!"
"John, I forgot to bring my briefs. Can you get a pair from under the pillow and bring them to me?" "You've never bought briefs before, Dali?" he said, busy taking off his clothes.
Mom's lewd laughter came from the bathroom, as if she was itching all over.
"Then at least bring me a towel. I can't greet you like this, naked!" "You don't need a towel. I'll come and carry you out." Mom laughed happily again. "You're naughty. I won't let you carry me!" "I'm going to carry you anyway. I've been thinking about doing this all the way here." After saying this, Uncle John walked out of the bedroom naked. After taking off his clothes, he became a different Uncle John. His muscles were full and firm, healthy and strong. His chest was prominent and his shoulders were broad. From head to toe, he was a standard male body.
I think Uncle John must have been an Olympic athlete in his youth. He was as strong as a northern donkey. As he walked towards the bathroom, he stroked his penis, which was already throbbing and erect, round and dark, swaying back and forth, looking enormous and fierce. The thickness, roundness, and length of it truly astonished me, making me both itchy and afraid.
When I was a child, I traveled to Russia with my father and saw a male donkey chasing a female donkey. Its cylindrical penis resembled Uncle John's, with a mushroom-shaped glans as large as a lamp, its glans shiny and veins prominent, perfectly symbolizing male power and a charmingly primal savagery.
I had just admired my mother's vulva, but now, seeing Uncle John's magnificent penis, I couldn't believe their intercourse was pleasurable. Judging by its thickness and length, it seemed that my mother's genitals could hardly accommodate it; she must have been in pain.
But then, I couldn't help but chuckle at my own foolishness. Since Dad's death, they'd spent two or three months together every year, having sex countless times. Their lovemaking must have been successful and pleasurable. Just as I was pondering this, Uncle John had already entered the bathroom, his long eyelashes fluttering as he walked towards Mom.
To make my view more intimate, I parted the curtains slightly. They assumed they were alone in the room; their lust had overwhelmed them, leaving them oblivious to their surroundings. Uncle John reached the bathtub, where Mom, naked and dripping wet, stood up. They embraced, so tightly and passionately, and then kissed.
Although their lips were locked in a kiss, their hands were deliberately caressing each other's bodies. At first, they stroked each other's bare breasts and shoulders, and later, their hands moved to each other's buttocks and genitals. Mom gripped John's penis so tightly, while John's hands slid from her lower back to the cleft of her buttocks, his fingers digging into Mom's vulva from below.
They were able to stand there, embracing each other, for three or four minutes. I truly admired their patience. If I were either of them, I couldn't help but suggest having sex first before doing anything else. This scene captivated me; I felt my mouth watering, and my vulva felt unusually wet.
Suddenly, I saw Mom slide her fair, delicate body down into the bathtub, seemingly overwhelmed by the itching and lust, or perhaps seeking other pleasures. At that moment, Uncle John, who had been standing, saw her slump down, then crossed one leg and placed it on the edge of the tub. He then thrust his hips forward, unceremoniously presenting his erect penis to Mom's lips. I thought Mom would turn away, but everything was beyond my expectations and premonitions.
Mom's eyes shone brightly, almost as if she wanted to swallow that long, fleshy eyelash. She held it in both hands, rubbing it against her cheeks, making coquettish noises, and then opened her cherry lips to suck on it forcefully. She even stretched out her hot tongue to lick the sensual vein below the glans. She laughed lasciviously and said, "John, your thing is always so cute. I've thought about you almost every night since we parted. Tell me, ah! My lovely Caucasian donkey, how many women have you slept with since you returned to America last year?" Uncle John picked Mom up again and put her on his lap. Mom's right hand hooked around his neck, while her left hand still tightly gripped his penis. He said, "Darling, why ask such pointless questions?
All I can think about is you. Let me tell you, I've fasted for two months to come here for our joyful holiday, and since last winter, to make you happy, I've eaten countless aphrodisiacs—over two hundred seal penises alone!" Mom, her heart pounding with desire, vigorously shook her plump buttocks against his lap, saying coquettishly, "Oh, John, I won't listen! Your thing is already so thick and long I can't contain it anymore, and you've eaten so much..." "Multiple seal penises, judging by the looks of it, you're not satisfied until you kill me!" Although Mom said this, she was indeed having a great time. She was now displaying all her feminine charm. She lowered her lips and gave his glans a quick kiss, then pouted and said coquettishly, "John, I won't let you have it today!" "Why? Dahlia, didn't my instrument satisfy you?" "It's not that I didn't satisfy you, it's just that it smells like seals!" "Oh! Dahlia, you..." They hugged each other and laughed. Then Mom washed off the soap under the showerhead, and Uncle John was already there to dry her with a towel.
They both had an appreciative manner, unhurried, only seeking to prolong the time and enjoy the pleasure, unlike the impatient lust I showed when Butler and I were naked together.
He scrubbed her back and every part of her body. Mom even spread her legs so he could wipe the water droplets from her pubic hair. He kissed her as he wiped, making soft, squeaking sounds that sounded incredibly ecstatic. Uncle John threw away the towel, and they embraced again. He leaned close to her ear and said, "Dalila! Shall we go to bed and have some fun now?" Mom only gave a magnetic "Mmm."
So he picked her up from the floor, walked out of the bathroom, and back to the bedroom. Mom's arms, like snow-white lotus roots, clung to his shoulders. Her starry eyes were slightly closed, a smile playing on her lips. Faced with this situation, Mom still felt a little shy. As he passed by the curtain where I was hiding, I heard him say, "I'm going to give you unexpected pleasure." "John! What are you going to do with me today?"
"Do you really love me that much?" "
Just wait and see. Just expose your vulva to me as much as possible. Close your eyes and enjoy it to the fullest. My creation today is extraordinary." As he spoke, perhaps Uncle John tickled her bottom, and she giggled and wriggled.
Just then, they entered the bedroom, and that hateful Uncle John casually closed the door, completely blocking my view.
Gentlemen readers! How could I possibly stop reading in that urgent situation? What follows is their wonderful performance, and something I must imitate.
Then, my eyes lit up, and I realized that there was a vent in the ceiling of my mother's bedroom, which connected to an opening on the balcony. I quickly pulled away from the curtain and ran out of the sitting room. As I went upstairs, I told a maid, "Tell no one to come upstairs. I want to sunbathe on the balcony."
(II)
I quickly climbed into the opening behind the balcony. To achieve my goal of spying, I moved as quietly as a female cat. Finally, I peeked out again, and not only could I see everything clearly, but I could also hear the sounds. In fact, I was lying two meters above my mother's bedroom, and I could clearly hear their breathing and heartbeats.
However, when I peeked through the opening and looked at my mother's bed, I was terrified by what I saw. Mom was lying flat on her back on the bed, a cotton cushion under her buttocks, making her plump, red vulva stand high. Uncle John was straddling her lower abdomen like a horse; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was sitting on her.
His penis was trying to force its way into Mom's vulva, but because it was too large, it was only halfway in. Mom's vulva was being squeezed so that her labia were protruding, and perhaps because of the pain, she was raising her two jade-like arms to press against Uncle John's stomach, meaning to tell him to slow down.
It was at this moment that I... Peeking inside, I saw Mom's face contorted with pleasure, her breath coming in sweet gasps. Her vulva, like a snake swallowing another, even larger snake, was engulfing Uncle John's penis. But they had past experience and understanding; Mom knew Uncle John knew how wide her genitals were, and she knew his technique was delicate and gentle. Therefore, although she was caught in a dilemma, she felt she didn't need to order him around; she knew he would do it well.
But when I carefully observed Uncle John's expression, I noticed he... He didn't stop his penis from entering; instead, he slowly pushed it in with a delicate and tender rhythm. From this, I knew he loved Mom. He didn't have the wild impulses of a young man; he was only worried about causing her pain and not stimulating her enough.
Seeing Uncle John's superior quality, I almost worshipped him like a god, and secretly envied Mom's pleasure at that moment. I had countless sexual experiences, but none of them had been so intense. Generally, a man's penis is strong, and during intercourse... To be considerate and gentle—that is a woman's first happiness.
My mind wandered with the scene before me, imagining that beautiful phallus inside my own vagina, a feeling far more wonderful than what the professor and Butler had experienced.
As I indulged in these wild thoughts, I watched intently, seeing their genitals gradually being taken in, then further in, until they were more than halfway in. Uncle John thrust his hips down sharply, and Mom's upper body trembled violently. At that moment, only a little over an inch of her vulva remained exposed.
I was utterly astonished by the depth of my mother's vagina. Measuring it by the length of his penis, though not fully inserted, it was enough to reach above her navel. At this point, my mother was ecstatic, her eyes half-closed and teary. Her limbs, like those of a squid, gripped Uncle John's body. She gasped and let out a series of half-hysterical cries, screaming wildly, "Just go all the way in! Poor John, I'm not afraid, I'm enjoying it! No, even if you kill me with pain, it's still pleasure! Ah! Darling, you truly become more divine each year! Come on! Don't hold back! Isn't there still a little bit left outside? Quickly put it in, I want it! John, you know I'm so addicted right now that even you..." "Do you want to swallow my whole body into my vagina? Ah! You're so good, I love you so much~ Ouch~ Slower~~~" While Mom was screaming like this, Uncle John's penis may have accidentally hurt the inner wall of her vagina. He thought that before she could get into position, Mom would pull back and thrust backward, which was Uncle John's specialty, something I only experienced later. So Mom showed a kind of surrender before temptation, but Uncle John proudly said: "Don't rush, Dalila, I told you, this year I'm offering you all new positions!" After saying this, they both showed a kind of affection, that is, they stopped talking and just calmly pursued the pleasure of intercourse. In a wondrously downward-leaning position, their genitals were completely intertwined. Uncle John's body pressed down entirely on Mom's, who clung to him tightly, as if afraid of losing him. His lower back twisted up and down, left and right, using his inner strength and power to tease the deepest, most itchy part of Mom's genitals with the tip of his penis.
He teased and prodded, and soon Mom was below, swaying her plump buttocks, welcoming his vulva with each of his teasing movements. They moved slowly and delicately like this for about two or three minutes, when I suddenly heard a squeaking sound. It turned out that Mom had become aroused, and the slippery fluid made their genitals fit together even more beautifully.
I greatly admired their old-fashioned composure. Although the stimulation of thrusting could produce pleasure through friction on the vagina, it couldn't compare to this, with the entire penis inserted into the core of the clitoris, grinding and rotating—a truly intoxicating and soul-stirring sensation. But although every woman in the world desires this divine, trembling pleasure, the difficulty lies in the fact that few men can achieve it. Therefore, how great Uncle John is! How lucky Mother is! They can truly be considered a divine couple of lustful desires.
(III)
They rubbed and teased each other comfortably for a while, about twenty minutes, and Mother became more and more excited, as if she had been aroused into another intense state of lust. This delicate "internal skill" had already made him tireless. She desperately shook her vulva upwards and clenched her teeth. Uncle John also seemed to be unable to control himself, showing a frightening wildness. His eyes shone with the unique light of male lust burning in his heart.
His hands gripped Mom's full breasts so tightly, kissing, twisting, and digging into them, his lower body thrusting into her fiercely. It was as if he wanted to devour her whole. The atmosphere mirrored Mom's state; she seemed to have entered a state of willing ecstasy. The experienced tenderness they had at the beginning was gone. The sexual contact and the agonizing, tingling stimulation had rekindled their youthful wildness; they had become a raging inferno of passion.
But Mom never lost her noble composure in any sexual situation. If it were me, faced with such intense stimulation, I would inevitably lose my dignity and reason. I would act solely for pleasure, adopting many unsightly positions to ensure a tighter fit, even like an animal, sticking out my buttocks so the boy could ride on my back and enter from behind. I've tried it before.
But even as Mom reached the edge of madness, she remained elegant and composed, retaining her noblewomanly style. At this moment, she kissed Uncle John's shoulder with her lips, and with half-open, alluring eyes, she willfully leaned close to his ear and said, "John, you've aroused my vagina to the point of boiling, no, my heart is bursting with joy! Look, you've already started the thrusting motion! Please use it like a piston rod from a locomotive, and start moving around!" Upon hearing this, Uncle John knelt up abruptly as if receiving a decree. He spread Mom's thighs as wide as possible, and his upper body posture became more stable. Then he began to perform his signature "external kung fu" skills. He slowly pulled his penis out, out, until only the glans was inside her labia majora. Then he held it with both hands and pounded it up and down three times in the long slit at the entrance of her vulva.
Then, at the same speed, he pushed it in. Their genitals, intertwined, moved like the piston rod of a train, hissing as it was pulled in and out of the cylinder. With each movement, Mom would convulse with pleasure. Even in the most subtle pleasures, she showed her reaction, either uttering sweet, praising "sexual arias" or patting and scratching Uncle John's body.
Uncle John, however, only pursed his lips tightly. He seemed to have known Mom's pleasurable reaction all along, and as if he was confident he could create an even more intense miracle. Therefore, he almost ignored Mom's cries and trembling. He calmly and diligently performed his duty, "pulling in, pulling out, pounding, thrusting in, and turning" his long, wet, red, hard penis inside Mom's vagina. When he pulled out, he almost pulled it all the way out; when he thrust in, he almost pushed his testicles in as well.
But he wasn't like a locomotive; he didn't accelerate! He was always so slow! The exquisite detail!
The endurance of that feeling! And the unwavering confidence in the continuation of pleasure—it drove Mom wild with ecstasy. She cheered incessantly, her limbs flailing, her breasts trembling, her hips swaying; her entirety of her feminine wildness was on full display.
I was truly astonished by Uncle John's stamina and his mastery of "slow intercourse with inner strength." No matter how wildly Mom's wanton state stimulated her, he never changed the pace of his thrusts. It was the same at the beginning, and it was the same when Mom reached her climax, and he continued doing it!
Thus, Mom was forever placed at the peak of satisfaction. At this moment, I finally understood what Uncle John had said on the train: "We thrust hundreds of times, and we only go in and out twice a minute." Yes, "slow intercourse" is the highest level of sexual skill; it not only expresses the highest form of love and art, but also the ultimate allure of male kindness.
Ah! How I envied my mother's enjoyment! No wonder some nineteen-year-old girls are so infatuated with marrying men in their forties or fifties. As for me right now, I'm already so infatuated with my Uncle John!
I really love him, and I secretly vowed in my heart: "I must seduce Uncle John this summer; I'll risk my life to experience the taste of his 'slow pleasure'." That's how Uncle John and my mother were, rolling around and making love in bed. They didn't change positions much; they only sought closeness, comfort, and touching the vital points.
My legs were aching from holding on, and my vagina was unbearably wet. I checked the time; they had been having sex for a full two hours. Mom was completely lost in a hysterical state of ecstasy, her labia pulsating with each thrust. Her hair was disheveled, and her genitals were soaking wet. Uncle John's sweat had soaked most of her breasts. She was half-conscious, only breathing heavily, but a satisfied smile remained on her lips. I really didn't know how much longer they were going to continue.
I thought to myself, "Let's stop here. They're a divine couple anyway." Just as I was about to leave, a miraculous sight appeared. Uncle John completely changed his poetic "slow pace," shouting loudly, "Dala~~ Dala! How I love it~~ But~~~~" His thrusting became unusually rapid and intense, like a fisherman desperately trying to salvage his fish from his hold as his boat begins to take on water. At first, I thought Uncle John was a sex god, incapable of ever losing his erection, but how beautiful it was that he could endure for so long before ejaculating!
He rode wildly for a while, then forcefully pressed his buttocks down into Mom's vagina, and stopped moving. I could only see his spine twitching, and I knew he was trying to ejaculate his semen. Mom used her last strength to hold him, calling out, "Ah~~ John, ah~~ John~~" Uncle John gradually entered a curled-up state, and Mom went limp. They both closed their eyes, exhaled their last breath, and fell silent, as if asleep, as if dead.
I had to run out onto the balcony like a cat on a hot roof. I immediately stripped myself naked. I didn't want to sunbathe; rather, my genitals were unbearably itchy from the intense experience I'd just witnessed. So I leaned back in a clam-shaped wicker chair, pulled the call button beside me, and called down to the world through the call button: "Masha! Isn't Xinuo at home?" Masha was my personal maid, and I'd long since noticed Xinuo, this young Russian servant, harboring lustful thoughts about my body from his lecherous eyes. The day he picked me up at the station, he'd touched my breast for no reason.
Since Butler had already driven off to buy me a swimsuit and hadn't returned yet, he must be at home. Of course, he might not satisfy me, but having him do my bidding would be good, even just to relieve the itch.
"Miss, why call Xinuo? He's free!"
It was Masha's voice.
"I want him to come up to the balcony and do something for me."
"Aren't you sunbathing, Miss?"
"I'm already dressed, Martha. If you say another word, I'll deduct your allowance for the month!" "Yes, Miss." Martha always obeyed me.
A moment later, Xinuo's pretty figure appeared at the entrance to the balcony.
Perhaps he was startled to see me naked, or perhaps he was attracted by my sexy, youthful naked beauty. In any case, he stood there like a wooden chicken, not daring to come towards me, nor daring to "refuse" (go back), only staring at me with burning eyes.
I chuckled and said, "Come on, Xinuo, I want you to do something to please me." "However... Miss..." he stammered, but finally he came closer to me.
I grabbed him tightly. This bastard understood my meaning; he immediately made his move, pulling me close. "Is there anything I can do for you, Miss?" "Ugh, there's a little fleshy bump growing inside my vulva, it's so itchy! Please scratch it for me!" He laughed smugly, a triumphant laugh, and then started having sex with me on the wicker chair.
But no servant in the world is truly useful. Perhaps my vulva was too aroused, or perhaps I was acting too eager; he finished after only thirty or fifty thrusts. His penis was no match for Butler's, only comparable to the professor's.
I pushed him away, saying, "Sino, how can you be so all show and no substance!" "I've done my best, Miss." "Your shirt is old, go buy a new one!" I casually slipped him about two hundred francs.
"Thank you, Miss. If you need anything else, I'll be at your service!" I glared at him with disgust. He left.
He didn't quell my itch, but it was better than nothing. So I lay there naked in the sun, my mind replaying the scene of Mom and Uncle John's affair.
(IV)
That evening, Butler drove in from the garden driveway around eight o'clock. Mom, Uncle John, and Charles were having dinner in the dining room.
After Butler drove into the garage, he came running like a sycophant, carrying a swimsuit box and calling out to me. He grabbed my waist and said, "Gree, hurry back to the room, let's try on this bikini!" I was touched by the sincerity of his love, so I decided to disregard my shame and allow him to come with me to the room to watch me try on my new clothes naked. So I thanked him, took his hand, and we walked back to my bedroom through the corridor next to the restaurant. As we passed the window, Uncle John was downing a glass of mixed liquor, and I immediately gave him a flirtatious wink.
Back in the room, I first took off my clothes, deliberately exposing my entire body to Butler. But unusually, he only hugged and kissed me, without making any sexual advances, which surprised me greatly. At the time, I didn't have time to think about it much; I just assumed that he had made love with me that afternoon, and perhaps his libido hadn't fully recovered yet.
Therefore, when he personally helped me put on that fleshy swimsuit, I had no intention of making any forced advances. I only asked that he could give me one more satisfying experience before I went to sleep that night. After he finished dressing me, he couldn't help but shower me with compliments, saying I was beautiful, that I was voluptuous, and that it was a pity I had never participated in the annual Rivera beauty pageant with such perfect measurements. Of course, I was happy to hear his flattery.
But at that moment, Mom came into my room. She first gave Butler a flirtatious look, then showered me with compliments, saying I looked like the sexiest woman in the world in my swimsuit. She hugged me and said, "Gree, darling, we're going to the beach for a swim right away. The moonlight is so beautiful. I hope Grandma and Butler can join us. After we're done swimming, we'll take the yacht to Rainbow Bay for a late-night snack. Charles's treating." Of course, I accepted Mom's invitation, and Butler immediately agreed. After a polite hug, Mom smiled and left.
We packed up our swimming gear and prepared to go to the front hall. As Butler draped his coat over me, he held me tightly and said, "Gree, will you allow me to sleep with you tonight?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, gave him a passionate kiss, and said, "If you dare not come, I'll beat you up if you're even a little late!" He suddenly said seriously, "Gree, to tell you the truth, I just ran into an Arab friend in the city. He's an aphrodisiac dealer." "Did you get anything from him?" My eyes couldn't help but gleam with hope.
"He gave me a small packet of white powder. He said it was a rare item that a wealthy Egyptian man had been seeking at a high price!" "How about I see it?" "I've already swallowed it all. I took it with some green wine from him. He said the longer I take it, the longer my penis will last during intercourse, and it will be more than twice as big as usual!" His description made my heart melt. I hoped that the little Arab scoundrel was telling the truth.
"Did he say anything else?"
"He said it could last at least three hours."
"Really? But, Butler, I don't know if it will work. Did you give him the money?" "Not yet. He said he'd wait for me at the beach hotel tomorrow to bring the money, and he also said if it doesn't work, he won't take a penny." "Ah! That's probably possible, dear Butler, how wonderful!" I excitedly hugged him, wanting to devour him whole. If it weren't for needing to build up the drug's effect in his stomach, I would have unzipped my pants and told him to try it right now.
The maid, Martha, came in to urge us on. She said that Mother and the others were already waiting for us in the car.
I suddenly remembered that I should take advantage of the opportunity to show off to Uncle John and Charles while I was wearing this revealing swimsuit. I muttered to myself, "Since we're driving, I might as well just wear the swimsuit. There's nowhere to put my coat if I take it off later." Regardless of whether Butler agreed or not, I took off my coat, proudly displaying my breasts, sticking out my buttocks, and lifting my thighs, which were almost entirely exposed, as I pulled Butler out to the car. Uncle John opened the car door to welcome me, his eyes scanning my body. They almost simultaneously praised my sexy curves.
My mother just smiled and hugged me. She was proud of me and didn't scold me at all for my promiscuity. In fact, she was dressed even more revealingly than I was. Her swimsuit was donated to her by a European female swimsuit designer when Charles held a concert for her. The material was thinner than silk and satin, almost transparent like nylon, and short and tight.
And Mom's genitals were so full and white; the swimsuit fabric barely covered her vulva, leaving the hairy parts of her mons pubis exposed. Mom wore only a swimsuit, no outer pants, not even a towel—a habit she'd maintained for years.
Our car stopped on the right side of the beach in the private parking lot of the Shad family. Getting out, we saw that the Rivera beach was still packed with thousands of men and women. The moonlight was high, and the lights near and far twinkled, further enhancing the place's charm and romance. I was convinced many tourists were sleeping there overnight.
They kissed, talked, caressed, had sex, and fell asleep under umbrellas, all without anyone questioning them, and the weather was so pleasantly cool. Did God create this beautiful beach just so men and women could lie there and enjoy themselves to their hearts' content?
We entered our private, gray-tiled enclosure, and the men quickly removed their outer garments, leaving only their tight-fitting swim trunks. These trunks were extremely short, almost triangular, barely concealing their genitals, yet the shape of their penises was clearly visible.
Charles's was the largest; his dark skin and off-white swim trunks resembled a slab of wet firewood. John's was the most striking in length, his long, drooping shaft almost jutting out from the side of his trunks. Butler's was the most charming in its delicate proportions; I knew his penis intimately. Even in a tuxedo, I could vividly picture its entirety with just my eyes closed, let alone when he wore swim trunks.
Then Mom took the lead, saying, "Come on, gentlemen, let's soak in the sea for a while first." With that, she swayed her plump hips, tossed her breasts, and with each step she swayed gracefully, trying her best to display her allure, running beautifully through the crowd towards the water's edge.
I followed closely behind Mom. This corner of the beach truly made us the center of attention, because the three men behind us followed us like lapdogs, and even the men around us, though with female companions, couldn't help but cast their gazes at Mom and me, some even with lustful intent.
We laughed and played in the water, not really swimming, but another form of sexual amusement, or perhaps a prelude to intercourse.
Because our swimsuits were soaked through, making us look practically naked, we teased each other's genitals, laughing heartily when we tickled the most sensitive spots. We were in the water, and it was nighttime; although there were people around, they wouldn't be able to see us, and besides, they were busy flirting themselves and had no time to appreciate us.
At that moment, I used all my girlish charm to entangle with Butler. I was determined to keep him by my side tonight, secretly enjoying myself as I calculated when he had taken the aphrodisiac.
But his eyes kept gleaming with a bestial light, drifting towards Mom's almost naked body. This was understandable; although he frequently visited my house, he was mostly with me and rarely had the chance to admire Mom's beautiful naked body. I tried my best to block his gaze and flirted with him, thinking, "He's probably just sexually aroused; he wouldn't be thinking anything of Mom." So, I pulled him to swim further away from Mom onto the beach. But just as I swam a few meters, I felt someone pulling me from below. I wanted to tell Butler that someone was playing a trick on me underwater, but he was turning around and exchanging a fawning look with my mother.
In the blink of an eye, before I could react or speak, I was pulled underwater by an incredible force. I opened my eyes and saw... Who was it? It was Uncle John! He had written a few words on a large conch shell beforehand. By the light of the underwater lamp, I could see it read: "Grace!
Shall I teach Grandma to do an underwater waltz?"
I nodded, and he hugged me. It wasn't a waltz at all; he just took the opportunity to embrace and fondle me. Every touch of his hand hit a ticklish spot, making me almost want to untie my swim trunks and let him explore. Suddenly, I realized I did love Uncle John, but in my infatuation, I remembered poor Butler and thought, "I'll seduce Uncle John later; tonight I must have Butler!" So, taking advantage of Uncle John's distraction, I slipped out of his embrace and, in a diving motion, surfaced. When I opened my eyes and looked towards my mother, a startling scene unfolded before me: Butler was bending down to kiss my mother's toes, and she was so proudly raising her thighs for him to kiss, her eyes gleaming with irresistible allure.
I knew things were going to go wrong, because Charles had swum far out to sea. It seemed that while I was flirting with Uncle John underwater, Butler had also been exchanging glances with Mom. I was trying to trick Butler back into my life, but Uncle John pulled me back from underwater.
Oh well! Let him be. I couldn't tell who was better between them anyway; it was fate.
After Uncle John continued his antics underwater for a while, we both surfaced. Sure enough, as I expected, Mom and Butler were nowhere to be seen. When we ran back to our barn, we found a note under a cup of colorful ice cream—Mom's handwriting!
"Butler and I are dying of thirst. Let's go get some coffee over there." Ah! Wasn't this a disaster? Normally, it wouldn't matter if Mom asked Butler to entertain her, but tonight! He had gone to all this trouble to serve me, and now he'd succumbed to Mom's temptation!
Ah! Men are all donkeys! They're all driven by lust, utterly devoid of any sense of responsibility. The more I thought about it, the more indignant I became. So, I grabbed Uncle John's arm and angrily said, "Uncle John! Give up!
I'm going to find Butler tonight!"
But he just laughed and replied, "I'm waiting for you in Suite 114 of the Julian Tourist Hotel. You won't find them, and even if you did, your Butler will be useless!" So, I left Uncle John in vain and searched the beach, but as Uncle John said, I couldn't find Mom and Butler again. Although many handsome, lecherous young men were flirting with me, I ignored them. I could only run around the beach like a horny female dog.
I climbed over an old sailboat, then jumped onto the rocks using a bunch of lifebuoys. Of course, Mom had countless secret spots on the beach; she often seduced random men there. Mom's sex drive exceeded her appetite; she needed it day and night.
I searched and searched, and finally, in a secluded corner, I saw a man lying on his back. It wasn't Mom or Butler; it was Charles. He was unbuttoning his swimming trunks, playing with his penis. When it was hard and erect, he spat some saliva into his palm and masturbated.
Aside from his enormous penis, everything else about him disgusted me. There was a reason Mom ignored him. He was writhing and convulsing on the sand, thrusting his penis in vain, as if a woman were actually having sex with him. It was the first time I'd ever seen a man engage in such frenzied masturbation, so I lay on the rock and watched.
His libido was high, like a thirsty Spanish bison. Even though he gripped his penis tightly in his palm, it still managed a squeaking, sticky sound. I felt sorry for him and decided to give him a good time a few times during our stay at home.
Charles lay there masturbating for five or seven minutes before he ejaculated. He thrust his penis forward forcefully, shooting white semen all over the beach, babbling incoherently: "Ah~ Dalila, are you happy? Beth~~ are you happy? Anna~~ are you happy?~~" He was probably fantasizing about the women he had slept with before while masturbating. Mom had probably been deliberately ignoring him these past few days, and because he was black, he didn't have easy time finding partners outside. Poor Charles!
After ejaculating, he lay limply on the sand. His dark body looked like a pile of dead wild beasts from a distance. After watching Charles's pointless masturbation, a sudden realization dawned on me: there was a strong possibility that Mom and Butler had gone home to have sex.
I rushed to the parking lot, and sure enough, our car was gone.
I waved for a taxi and told the driver to go home as fast as he could. When I got to the door, the servants were fast asleep. I jumped out of the car, and the young driver reached out for the fare. I didn't have any money on me, so to save time, I came up with a plan. I quickly pulled off my swimsuit's briefs and threw them at his face, saying, "Take these briefs as payment; they're new." He was already dazed by my lust, so I ignored him and ran straight into the house, swaying my bare buttocks.
Of course, I hadn't forgotten the hole in the balcony. I rushed upstairs, my movements so light and quick. A few seconds later, I was already above Mom's bed.
Sure enough, Mom and Butler were embracing, panting, their naked bodies wet and intertwined. They had already had sex. It was all over. I cried out in my heart, "It's all over... Oh God!
My Butler!"
(V)
Then I heard them whispering: "Butler! I should have known you'd be this good. You really made me so happy tonight." "Am I as good as Charles and Uncle John?"
"Ah! You have a different kind of strength than them. You're young. Let me hold you tight!" "Sister Lila, you're the most perfect woman." "Which aspect of me are you referring to?"
"I mean your vagina, it's so deep~ so hot~ I'm completely lost in your lust." Mom chuckled, she hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately, she pushed him away and got up to bring him a cup of lukewarm milk. After he drank it, they returned to their original state, embracing face to face, his penis still inside her vagina. Mom's tenderness towards him was beyond my reach.
Then Mom stretched out her delicate arm and pressed a small, exquisite machine on the lampstand, saying, "Do you know what kind of gift Uncle John gave me this year?" "What is it? A small movie projector, isn't it?"
"Hmm, and two or three small film reels!"
"Are they Parisian erotic films?"
"No, they're genuine British goods, the male and female leads are very glamorous." "Please let me see them, dear Lila!" "We've already shown them, they're all things that will make your heart race." "I'm not afraid. Besides, Lila, when I get aroused and my penis gets hard again, won't that be perfect for you to enjoy?" Mom gave him a warm kiss, as if she loved him to the extreme. But she said, "It's not that I'm afraid you'll get sexually aroused if you watch it, but to be honest, it's not something someone your age should watch. It's just too lewd." Butler flattered her, "What does it matter? The way we're having sex right now, the sweet state of my love for you, isn't it more lewd than any sex documentary in the world? We were born with a wonderful sex toy, meant for us to enjoy ourselves to the fullest, don't you think?" Mom kissed him passionately again, "I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age. You're really good at everything." After saying that, Mom pressed the button and turned off the light switch. Immediately, a beam of light shone on the wall, creating a breathtaking scene—a story of extreme eroticism.
The first volume is a striptease, with two people taking turns dancing and having sex. The second volume is about an English gentleman chasing and having sex with countless young women. Finally, a lustful, naked woman appears, belly dancing, and later she and the gentleman sleep on a bed of flesh made up of young women, having intense sex. Finally, the gentleman ejaculates, inserting his penis into a young woman's vagina.
The lustful woman then abandons the gentleman and runs to the backyard to lie under a donkey's belly, where she automatically manipulates the animal's penis. This volume is filled with the passionate intensity of sex from beginning to end, making it almost unbelievable that anyone would dare to act it out.
The third volume is a beautiful account of an affair, with a touch of rural realism. An Irish woman is washing clothes by the river, her skirt lifted up. A hunter happens to pass by and, through the gaps in the branches, sees the woman's plump vulva exposed between her legs. He then approaches her and flirts with her.
Finally, they had sex on a boulder by the river. The hunter's was exceptionally large, while the washerwoman told him she was a thirty-year-old widow, both sexually frustrated and helpless. Her arousal was fully displayed, perfectly capturing the long-dormant desires of all women. If sex films had Oscars, this would be a masterpiece worthy of an award.
Volume Four is a story of sex on a large mail ship. A noblewoman traveling from London to the European continent accidentally entered the captain's private bathroom while taking a bath. Just as she was soaking naked in the tub, the captain came in humming a song. Naturally, they were both experienced flirts, and finally they sat on a bouncy chair and performed the most bizarre and wanton sexual acts in the world.
Suddenly, all the lights went out, and Mom and Butler let out a strange, itchy moan. Then, by the moonlight, I saw them tumbling up and down again.
(VI)
Of course, under Mom's temptation, Butler's penis became hard again in Mom's vagina.
They then proceeded to indulge in their debauchery, mimicking the scenes from the movie. Seeing this, how could I possibly enjoy watching any longer? While they were experiencing ecstasy, I was merely "drying out!" So, I sullenly left the balcony, ran back to my room, lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling utterly miserable.
Looking at my watch, it was past midnight. I knew that at this time in the Rivera, it was only the beginning of all the evening's excitement and revelry. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck me, as if the gates of heaven had opened for me. Thank God, I remembered Uncle John!
He had said he would wait for me in the suite at the Julian Hotel. With Uncle John, to hell with Butler! I didn't care for his temporary, drug-induced vigor!
My melancholy vanished completely, replaced by excitement and exhilaration. I pulled off my swimsuit's bra, carefully sprayed myself with "The Duchess's Fleshly Scent," "one of the latest and most expensive perfumes in Paris," and then donned a low-cut silk evening gown.
I drove to find Uncle John, and the hotel servant, Mr. O, led me to the elevator and told me, "Mr. Shade is staying in suite 114, on the third floor. Someone will be at your beck and call." I said, "I know, he's my uncle!" "I see. Then please take the elevator up, Miss Shade." Mr. O gave me a knowing smile and walked away.
What do I care about morality or face? Is it something to be laughed at for coming to see my Uncle John in the middle of the night to sleep happily together? Really!
When I knocked on Uncle John's door, he seemed to have just finished showering, wearing only a large towel around his neck. He held the towel by the seam with his left hand and turned the doorknob with his right. As soon as I stepped in, he casually closed the door behind him.
"Uncle John! May I come in?"
"You're already in, aren't you? I've been waiting for you!"
"I mean, are there no other women hiding in the room?"
"How could there be, Greta? You know tonight, I said I'd only love you tonight." "But why are you only wearing a towel? Weren't you naked just now?" "I was naked waiting for you!" "How do you know I'd come?"
"Only a discerning eye can judge a horse, and I'm not just sitting around doing nothing!" He clipped the towel shut and then came over and embraced me.
His hands were already unbuttoning my evening gown. "Greta, you smell wonderful." "If you like, I smell even better inside than outside!" He had undressed me completely. Finally, he removed the towel from my body, and I no longer held back. I threw my whole body into his arms.
"Uncle John, I'm so itchy my whole body is going to break! Please save me right now!" "What a slutty little brat! Like mother, like daughter, but you're so much prettier than her!" "Mmm~" I whined, then sat on his lap, hooking my ankles around his lower back. He was sitting in a round swivel chair.
"Tell me your desires, and I promise I'll make you feel good."
"I want to try your 'slow play'."
"What?"
"The kind you and Mom did during the day!"
"You were peeping at us doing that kind of thing, aren't you ashamed?"
"Ashamed of what? Isn't that kind of thing the same as this kind of thing?" As I said this, I pushed my buttocks in a little more. My vulva was now close to his big penis, which was already hard. I held it with both hands and played with it. I had seen its appearance all day, so I wasn't surprised.
Uncle John said gleefully, "You're too naive, Greta. Aren't you afraid of the pain?" "No, I'd be willing to die from the pain. Come on, Uncle John." "Wait, the night is long. Don't be afraid I won't do anything to you. Just to make things go smoothly, let me get some goods!" He said, pushing me up and walking towards the wardrobe. I followed closely behind.
"Uncle John, do you think I'm as sexy as my mother?" I cupped my firm breasts and said to him.
"You two are the sexiest couple. Most women with such high, pointed breasts are sexy beauties, and..." "And what? Uncle John!"
"And they usually have beautiful vulvas
too!" "Is my vulva beautiful?" I thrust my genitals towards him.
"Excellent, you can tell just from its appearance."
"Then why is that?"
"Because you are a tall, well-developed young woman, and due to the abundance of sex hormones, her vulva must be full and plump, and her skin must have a rosy glow, making the opposite sex want to embrace and touch her at first sight. Such women are born into the world; they are what we call beauties. They don't need to do anything vulgar; worldly pleasures will naturally converge on them, as if they were born only for pleasure." As he spoke, Uncle John took out a bottle of ointment-like substance, sat back down in the round chair, and said, "Come, Greta, now sit back on my lap, just like before, and separate your breasts..." "Put your thighs and calves behind me, then thrust your vulva towards me. I'm going to apply some turtle ointment for you first; it's the most standard lubricant. Applying this will reduce a lot of pain and increase a lot of pleasure. You know, my penis is big and thick, and your vulva is delicate and tender. Come on, thrust a little more towards me!" I thrust towards him with all my might, and he squeezed out turtle ointment and carefully applied it around my labia and the outer half of my vagina. I felt itchy and happy, and I also felt safe. I really admired his old-fashioned and steady approach. At this moment, I had forgotten all about the world, just holding his neck tightly, letting him ravage my genitals.
"You and Mom didn't use this stuff when you came!"
"Her vulva is far more mature than yours. Think about it, before you were even born, she was already famous in New York. At nineteen, she could handle three wealthy Icelandic sea otter pelt dealers in one night. Back then, she and your grandmother owned a lavish bar in Vancouver." I laughed, aroused by his touch, and boldly moved towards his glans. With a little effort, it slid smoothly into my labia. He put down the bottle of ointment, pressed his hands against my buttocks, and slowly inserted his penis. With a slight push, I felt a pleasurable relaxation throughout my body, as if a hot, fleshy rod had pierced my heart. I sat on his lap, trembling, and cried out, "Uncle John! I never dreamed my vulva would..." "It can fit your big penis, but look, it's already more than halfway in, ahhh~" "It can go all the way in, Greta. Your women's vaginas have unexpected elasticity. Last winter, on a freezing snowy night, I drank on the streets of Chicago. When I got back to my hotel, I paid three thousand dollars to a 'pimp' group to bring me a Mexican virgin. At first, she was terrified, but with my tenderness and the aphrodisiac effect of the penis cream, she finally experienced the pleasure of her first sexual intercourse. Before she left, she plucked three of my pubic hairs as a souvenir, saying it was a sincere way of thanking me." As he spoke, Uncle John deftly thrust his penis in, and it was completely inside. Strangely enough, I felt a pleasure I had never experienced before.
Dear reader, please think about it: we turn our entire body into a fleshy tube, and a fleshy rod of almost the same size is firmly stuffed inside. Imagine how satisfying that feeling would be, and that feeling is exactly what I am experiencing right now.
In short, in the blink of an eye, I felt I had grown up. I had become as capable as a woman, even able to handle Uncle John. I immediately felt excited and proud, and so I took his entire penis into my mouth and moved it around a few times... Ah... that feeling of being pushed to my core, a feeling mixed with pain and pleasure, how could my shy words describe it? Uncle John was probably amused by my agitation, and he began to accommodate my movements, comfortably pressing his lotus-seed-sized glans against my vaginal walls. My whole body was pressed against his chest, letting him freely move left and right inside my vagina. We didn't change to any other positions, and I had reached a state of extreme pleasure.
I was dizzy... I was soft... I was wet... I was itchy and numb... And he played with me from beginning to end as if I were a toy, treating me with utmost care. And I liked it just the way he did it. I was spinning, completely at his mercy. Later he put me on the floor, then on the bed, and then lifted me back onto his lap.
In short, as I write this unforgettable tale, I still clearly remember that when the rooster crowed that night, Uncle John was still ravishing me, and I grew increasingly aroused, desperately responding to him. So, just before dawn, he ejaculated into me, and I only had a vague feeling left; in reality, I was mostly unconscious.
(Epilogue)
This concludes my first day back at my home in the Rivera after returning from Paris. Of course, this kind of colorful, joyful sexual life repeated itself on the second and third days—and even intensified. My mother was truly a very willful woman; her lust was like a volcanic eruption, and even the most promiscuous men in the world couldn't quell it.
My family is very wealthy. Besides hosting several VIPs for vacations each year, she often travels to Northern Europe, India, and even alone to the savage tribes of the Ivory Coast in Africa. She's not frivolous; she's just indulging in pleasure. In short, after reading this short account, you can imagine what a dissolute sex life my mother led.
As for myself, of course, I'm loyal to my mother's genes and natural physique, and I'm also a sexist. However, my sex life is beyond the scope of this book and there's no room for discussion. Moreover, the family belongs to my mother; my world is in school and the youth social circles of Rivera.
Therefore, regarding my private life, you'll have to read my other works. Well, goodbye everyone.
(The End)
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