The Story of a Prostitute

The Story of My Mother-in-Law
[Prelude]

My husband is getting old, especially lately. His health is deteriorating. He brought up the old story again. He wants to find a woman to take care of him. I always opposed it before, but it never came to fruition. Recently, he brought it up again. He wants to remarry my mother, and I can't really object anymore. Although I feel that he's no different from other women. Because my husband and my mother have been divorced for almost ten years.

I guess you could call me a rich second-generation. My husband used to be a technician in a factory in the north. In 1992, he went into business in the south. Back then, being a factory worker was a stable job. When my husband quit his job to go into business, he had a fight with my grandfather and the others. Finally, he divorced my mother and went south alone. Luckily, he made a fortune. Because he married late and had children even later—he was almost 40 when I was born—and doctors had confirmed he couldn't have any more children, so having many women was pointless. He ended up going back north and desperately wanted me.

The summer my husband proposed remarriage, I returned to the city I'd left 15 years ago. I was only 5 when I left, and I'd forgotten almost everything about it. My husband told me he'd passed through here last year. He learned my grandfather had passed away, went to pay his respects, and found out my mother was still single. But he hadn't expressed any intention to pursue me. He meant for me to come and see him first. After all these years, he'd had a constant stream of women around him, but he just couldn't have any children. I'd had my fill of fun, and all I wanted was someone by my side.

[Start]

In this world of adventure, romance is a must. I checked into the city's only five-star hotel. I booked the largest suite, which had been vacant for a long time. And sure enough, I hooked up with the front desk manager that very night. Now I don't like the outside world anymore; I prefer being a part-time office lady or a respectable woman. Compared to that, the front desk staff weren't professionals, so the experience was more enjoyable. Because besides entertaining, she also provided entertainment and conversation. She even introduced other staff members to join us. Those few days were so exhilarating; I was so engrossed I forgot all about my mom.

After a few days of fun, I visited many high-end places. I suggested trying some local specialties, like barbecue skewers—at least they were highly recommended online. That night, the receptionist and I sat in front of a barbecue stall. The woman was frantically wiping the table and chairs with tissues, muttering about how dirty and deserted the place was… It was one of those barbecue stalls that were everywhere in the provincial capital, and it was still early. So there weren't many people…

The two of us ate our skewers and drank ice-cold beer. Then, oblivious to everyone else, we started flirting.

We flirted for a while. As the night deepened, people appeared at the next table. Two women. One was older, probably in her forties. But she had curved eyelashes, a very pale face, and you could get two pounds of bleach from just a shave. She wore a tight pink bodysuit that barely covered her breasts, which thankfully were quite large and supported them. A low-cut top revealed her large, fleshy breasts. A short black skirt squeezed her thighs out. She sat down on a plastic chair, making one wonder if the chair was flimsy…

The other woman was probably in her thirties. She wasn't wearing makeup, and her long hair was tied in a ponytail. It was July, but the woman was still wearing gray trousers and a faded floral shirt, along with old sandals—her attire loudly proclaimed her hectic lifestyle. Although her clothes were worn, they were neat. The woman had large eyes, wore old glasses, had an oval face, and a high nose. Although she was older, her cheekbones were high, but she was still quite pretty.

The two women sat down. The guy with the more worldly air ordered two bottles of Harbin beer and a bunch of meat skewers. The woman with glasses quickly said she didn't want beer, she wanted kvass. Then they sat down and started chatting.

While they were chatting, they heard something from the next table. The woman, a woman of the night, had a loud voice: "...Sister, it's not that I don't want to lend you money, I'm just a little tight on money myself... Actually, you're not without options. It's not hard for a woman to earn money... Just ask me... and you'll have your daughter's tuition covered, and your parents' hospital bills will be covered too... Don't be shy, sister... Actually, I thought the same way you did back then... When my husband told me about this, I almost beat him to death... But after trying it twice... Money comes faster outside, and men might be more motivated than those at home... Women, you only have a few decades, don't let yourself suffer... Just lie down on the bed, spread your legs. It's so easy... Like me, I own two apartments now, both in the Jianguo neighborhood..."

"...Sister, if I do it... could I get some money in advance...?"

"Girl, there are rules in this business. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that we can't break the rules... You know what, there are still quite a few guys who like our age... The other day, Old Liang, who runs a courier shop on Xi'an Road, told me that he likes your type... He works at several courier stations in our city, and he has four small trucks on the road. He has more than a dozen workers, and the police chief is his buddy... He'll make money after a couple of times... Old Liang said that you should give him your first time. He'll give you 1000 for your first time... No, 1200..."

I looked at the next table and lit a cigarette. I leaned close to the girl's ear: "...Hey, look over there. There's a pretty girl there..."

"...Wow, that's so old. You're really not picky about food..."

"...I've been eating too much meat, have some vegetables. I've been drowning in your water these past two days. Want to get ashore?"

The receptionist's bright red nail polish dug into the boy's thigh, rotating it 180 degrees...

"...Ouch...be gentle...I'm just praising you..."

"...Yesterday I introduced my colleague and friend. I don't know this girl...how are you going to charge me..." "

...The referral fee is double..."

I coaxed the girl for a while, then told her the price I had in mind. The girl glanced at me, then reached under the table and pinched my penis. She stood up and walked towards the next table...

"What a slut, born to sell herself. It's a waste of her talent to be a receptionist..."

The two women at the next table looked at the girl warily—but quickly relaxed. This girl really has the talent to be a manager in a karaoke bar.

"...Sister, we're both from Hannan Province, maybe 2000 kilometers away. One in the south, one in the north, who'll know who after a couple of days, right...? This lady is introducing business, she won't let you do it for free. Here's 500, as a thank you for coming all this way, you must be tired... Hmm, this young lady's family urgently needs money, we're only here for a few days. You can stay with us for a few days, we'll pay in two installments... Yes, but my man likes to do art, taking photos and recording videos... Don't worry, sister..."

The two women listened to the teacher's words, their eyes occasionally glancing at my table. I raised my beer and smiled brightly. The young woman blushed and turned her head away. The prostitute adjusted her collar, pulling it down even lower, and stared at me with her large, alluring eyes. Her lips, stained with what looked like blood and bearing two rows of teeth marks, pouted. I felt a little nauseous and spat the kebab in my mouth onto the road. The kebabs here looked so stale…

Soon, the deal was done. The woman had made up her mind. The prostitute was unhappy, but for the extra 300 points, she left. She gave me a resentful look as she went. I was really eager to get back to the hotel, like a purebred Alpine hog was chasing me…

We got into the car together, and the beautiful woman kept looking out the window. The streetlights weren't very bright tonight, and the trees along the roadside weren't clearly visible. They looked menacing, like monsters jumping out of a television set.

"...I actually got on the bus...with a complete stranger..."

Stories from the news flooded her mind. Things like finding a naked female corpse in the bushes, and so on. And her second husband was in poor health; he'd barely had sex in the years before his death. And now she was going to sleep with a young boy. All of this was unimaginable just a few days ago. The woman stole a glance at the boy sitting beside her; his profile was sharply defined. He was a handsome young man; he shouldn't be a bad person, right?

But the woman quickly laughed at herself. She was already quite old, and only had 200 yuan on her. She was penniless, and she was afraid of being robbed. That boy had just given Sister Zhao 800 yuan. After getting on the bus, he paid her 5000 yuan directly. Sister Zhao had said that someone her age was worth at most 200 yuan. If it weren't for Old Liang from the street… that Old Liang was too lecherous. He always looked at people with a lecherous eye. Wait a minute, why would he be so generous with 1200 yuan? Something's wrong…

As the woman pondered, the bus arrived at the hotel. The woman was a little surprised; it really was a five-star hotel.

Upon entering the room, the front desk manager opened the door and swayed into the room first. The woman hesitated, her sandals rubbing against each other…

I gently pushed the beautiful woman's hand behind her back, noticing her hesitation. “…Come in, sister, you're all here. Come in and have something to drink before we talk.”

This hotel suite was about the size of a three-bedroom apartment. It had a living room, master bedroom, and dining room, similar to a presidential suite. But unlike those in first-tier cities, the decor here was more like a themed suite. Presidential suites in first-tier cities have more of an executive office feel. But here… there were many mirrors, many sex toys. The various furnishings were more geared towards making people have sex…

Looking at the decor, the beautiful woman felt a little more at ease. This was a wealthy person, not some criminal. But then, the woman began to worry again. Going up to the room meant that soon it would begin… it would begin. The thought made the beautiful woman's heart tremble again. Was she really going to sell herself this time?

Her mind a jumble, she followed him into the master bedroom, still somewhat dazed. The room was dimly lit. A red carpet covered the floor. The walls, except for numerous floor-to-ceiling mirrors, were painted red, covered with huge lip prints. Most incredibly, the bathroom had no door; it was open, facing the large bed. Lying in bed, one could see another person showering and defecating inside. The room was probably over 40 square meters. In the center was a large, round bed. Above the bed was a round mirror on the ceiling; while doing it in bed, one could see their reflection in the mirror. In one corner was a massage chair, and next to it, shelves held various items. There seemed to be a whip. There was also a rather tall frame with red ropes hanging down. How were those used?

The woman had never seen the room's decor or furnishings before. But the atmosphere… the beautiful woman really wanted to turn around and leave.

"…Or…you should find someone else…I…could you lend me the money first? I'll leave my ID card with you as collateral, is that alright…?"

"…Sister, please sit for a while. Want something to drink?"

"…This…"

"…Let's watch TV for a bit…"

the girl said. She turned on the TV and pulled the beautiful woman to sit on the bed. The service industry, huh? So thorough.

I opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, and handed them to the two beauties…

“…Have a drink first, calm down…”

The girl gently patted the beautiful woman’s shoulder…

“…I’ll go run the toilet…take a shower first…”

I called the front desk and asked the restaurant to send up two Western dishes…

While I was busy, the beautiful woman sat on the bed, head down. Her breasts were tightly clenched…clenched until they turned white. Her thighs were crossed, and her bare feet were rubbing against each other. She didn't dare look up, she must have been very nervous... Suddenly, she looked up and said, "...Young...comrade. Am I going to stay here tonight?"

"Yes, sister. Let's take a shower together first. Then have something to eat...we'll talk about the rest later..."

"The rest of the money..."

"...Do you want it now? I'll give it to you now..."

"...Oh, no...oh, if it's convenient for you...oh, maybe tomorrow...I, I, I need to make a call first..."

The beautiful woman took out an old Nokia phone and walked to the French windows. Outside the window was a small bay, with a ring of lights illuminating the beach. On the other side of the small bay is a newly built residential area. Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the lights of countless homes…

“Mom, I… um… I can’t come back tonight… Hang in there tonight. I’ll… come back tomorrow. If there’s anything you can’t do, ask the old lady in the next bed for help. Or call a nurse; they have to be on duty all night. I’m with Sister Zhao; she said she’ll borrow some money from her friend tonight… It might be very late… Mom can’t come back tonight… Take good care of Grandma…”

The beautiful woman hung up the phone, and I went over. I gently hugged her, feeling her body tremble slightly. She tried to pull away from my embrace. But it didn't work...

"...Sister, my name is Li Xiaolu. What's your name...?"

"...I...I'm Fan Hanmei..."

"...Then I'll call you Sister Mei...Sister Mei, I'll only stay here for two days...I'll go back to the South in two days...I won't know anyone then..." "

...People come and go like wild geese without a trace, events are like spring dreams without a trace...Living well is a beautiful dream, why leave regrets..."

Sister Mei turned around and looked at me, wanting to say something. But she opened her mouth and then fell silent.

At this moment, the younger sister came out. Smiling, she said, "...You two are together. The water's ready...I'll go back first...You two can chat..."

The door closed gently, leaving only Sister Mei and me in the room.

Only the sound of the television echoed in the room. Sister Mei and I sat on the bed. Sister Mei gripped the long stem of the wine glass tightly with both hands. The wine inside swirled violently.

I regretted staying in this suite. It wasn't always like this. Before, elsewhere, as long as I mentioned I was staying in a hotel's presidential suite, many girls would subtly suggest coming up for the night. Upon entering, they would exclaim in surprise. They would wander around the suite, snapping photos here and there with their phones. They would undress quickly and proactively. But getting dressed was troublesome. In the morning, they often refused to put their clothes back on, saying they wanted to sleep a little longer. Many married women were like that. But tonight was troublesome; a respectable woman had come—she seemed quite frightened and wanted to run away…

I gently put my arm around Sister Mei's shoulder, and a flood of sweet words poured out. But Sister Mei seemed a little dazed; I wondered if she had heard me. For some reason, I didn't want to force myself on her tonight. I hadn't felt this way in a long time when I was trying to coax a woman. But after a while, the woman nodded, as if she had made up her mind. I tentatively said, "...Sister Mei, let's change and go inside...don't be afraid..." The woman nodded again.

After saying that, I turned and walked away. I started taking off my clothes. Sister Mei gritted her teeth, walked to the bed, and lowered her head. She started undressing herself. She was a very meticulous woman; although her clothes were old, she still took them off one by one, neatly folding them on the bed. In the past, I'd been to escort services and clubs. Most of the girls liked to leave their clothes on the chairs in the hotel. Some even went for the wilder route, leaving underwear and panties all over the floor. A woman folding her bra before bed… This is the first time I've ever seen something like this.

I think Sister Mei must be a rather traditional woman. Her bras are all the old-fashioned kind. Actually, there are plenty of sexy cheap bras. You can tell a lot about a woman's personality from her bra…

I walked over and gently put my arm around Sister Mei's waist. Sister Mei's waist isn't thin, it's even a bit thick, but Sister Mei is very tall… about my height, so it doesn't look thick. Her breasts are large, but they make her look very proportionate. They sag a little, but perk up at the nipples. They are naturally bell-shaped breasts.

Sister Mei didn't push away the hand on her waist, she just kept her head down and didn't look at me. She followed me into the bathroom.

The floor was a bit slippery, so I helped Sister Mei into the pool. We lay flat in the bathtub, hot water gushing out from all four sides, creating lots of bubbles, like a money bowl. Our legs were touching. Sister Mei pulled her body closer to the edge of the tub, trying her best to keep her thighs from touching mine.

I wasn't in a hurry. The night was still long; this was a main course, meant to be savored slowly.

The bathtub here had a rather unique design. There were small tables on both sides, convenient for couples to place wine or something similar while bathing together. Of course, I brought my wine in. I handed a glass to Sister Mei.

"Here, Sister. Let's clink glasses..."

Sister Mei and I clinked glasses, and she took a small sip. Then she lowered her head again. I held the glass in one hand and reached around from behind with the other, putting my arm around Sister Mei's back. Sister Mei had a glass in her hand, so it wasn't convenient. She nudged me a couple of times with her shoulder and then stopped. I turned around and looked at Sister Mei's profile. Sister Mei had her hair up in a bun, and from the side, her neck was slender and streamlined like a swan's. My left hand, which was around Sister Mei, gently rested on her shoulder. The skin beneath my palm felt delicate and smooth. It was better than many young girls' skin, much better. Those girls, constantly smoking and drinking, frequenting nightclubs and karaoke rooms, never had good skin.

"Sister, your neck is beautiful."

"Um… thank you…"

My sister still didn't look up. I had to change the subject.

"…Actually, I was born here. But I went south for over ten years…"

"…Ah?"

Sister Mei gently raised her head, glanced at me, and then lowered it again.

"...My dad took our family south back then... Luckily... we went into business early... otherwise things wouldn't have worked out. All the workers were laid off... I remember that year, we had New Year's Eve dinner at a hotel, and on TV there was some bastard named Huang Hong yelling: 'Workers should think about the country, if I don't lose my job, who will?' My dad was so angry he turned off the TV, saying that guy was a real bastard..."

Sister Mei's eyes reddened as she listened. After drinking some red wine, she opened up. She talked about many things from her past, such as how her first husband had also gone into business during those years and took their son with him. I guess her son is about my age now. Later, she married a worker from the factory. That worker's wife had also died, leaving her with her daughter alone. There was nothing she could do; she was a divorced woman. Although she was the factory's most beautiful girl, the men in the factory only had eyes for her and didn't want to marry her. She had no choice but to settle for an honest man. But a few years later, her whole family lost their jobs—her father, her mother, herself, and her husband. They used all the money they got from buying out their employment to open a small shop, but it didn't last long. Officials and soldiers were all vying for her. Her husband couldn't hold on and left their daughter behind. Only the elderly couple persevered. Last year, even her father passed away. When bad luck strikes, even drinking water can be a problem. Yesterday, her mother was also hospitalized. She needs surgery…

I listened to Sister Mei's words. I occasionally interjected a few words. As Sister Mei spoke, I slowly tightened my grip on her hand. She leaned shyly against me, resting her head on my shoulder. She even started to put her legs on mine.

I listened attentively, occasionally kissing Sister Mei's temples. We clinked glasses. Two glasses of red wine were quickly downed. Sister Mei's previously tense body relaxed.

Soaking in the hot water, her fair skin was already slightly flushed. Her breasts floated half-submerged, foam drifting between them. Two slightly dark red nipples were faintly visible on the bubbles.

I hugged her tighter and tighter, my lips moving from her temples to her cheeks, to her neck. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and pulled Sister Mei's face away. I lightly pecked Mei's lips. Mei closed her eyes. But I only looked at her delicate face and didn't continue. Mei was a little surprised. She opened her eyes, her gaze watery, and saw a face in front of her that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She was a little shy and kicked me underwater. I suddenly pressed my lips to hers, my tongue slipping inside. Mei was a little flustered; her tongue was stiff. She responded passively to my tongue's movements. My hands were on her chest, my fingers circling her areolas. Then I slowly grasped her breasts, rubbing them, white bubbles floating between my hands and Mei's breasts.

At this point, Mei began to react. Her tongue began to find its way, intertwining with mine. I could feel her legs starting to press against mine beneath the bubbles. At that moment, Xiaoxiao, as if on cue, hugged me from behind, massaging my back from her breasts.

I wrapped one arm around Sister Mei, and with the other, I gently stroked down her breasts into the water, then her navel, and finally to the observation point in the dense forest ditch. Sister Mei

tensed up, grabbing my hand and pulling it down. She opened her eyes, looking at me, biting her lip. I wasn't in a hurry, and whispered in Sister Mei's ear, "Sister, sit in front of me... I'll scrub your back."

Sister Mei sat on my lap, her back to me. I rubbed her slightly bony back a couple of times with the sponge. From under her armpits, I could see the sides of her breasts again. I stopped rubbing her back and wrapped my arms around her from behind. My hands held two pendants, stroking their lower edges. Two drops of water clung to my fingers.

I tightened my grip, pulling Mei Jie closer to me. Mei Jie sat directly on my lap. My penis was already rock hard, but Mei Jie's buttocks pressed it against my stomach. I could feel Mei Jie's firm labia on my thighs. This was a woman who had worked hard for many years. Her hands kneaded her breasts. My erection gently touched Mei Jie's lower back and buttocks from behind. One hand sneakily moved downwards, but Mei Jie only symbolically pulled me back. My hand easily covered Mei Jie's genitals, combing through the damp pubic hair.

Mei Jie's pubic hair was thick and shaped like an inverted triangle. Now I'm pressed against Sister Mei's lower abdomen. My fingers tease her lips, gently pinching her clitoris. Sister Mei's body trembles slightly, and my fingers are coated with a slightly sticky liquid. Oh, Sister Mei is starting to get wet, she's aroused. This woman's body is quite sensitive; it seems she hasn't had a man in a long time. She's the kind who gets

aroused easily. The bathtub, the bubbles, the red wine, and the relatively harmonious and light conversation have made Sister Mei a little intoxicated. The all-around physical contact and the teasing of her sensitive areas have awakened Sister Mei's body. I kiss her earlobe and whisper in her ear in a low, dreamy voice, "Sister, lift your butt a little..."

Sister Mei seems hypnotized, and she gently lifts her buttocks. I hold her waist with one hand and my penis with the other. I thrust from the glans towards her vaginal opening. The glans gently parted her labia. My sister snapped back to reality, trying to lift her buttocks. But my hand, supporting her waist, pulled her body down. The thick, hard penis pierced the tunnel, penetrating completely…

“…Mmm!…”

“…It hurts…”

We both groaned simultaneously…

I could feel my brother's penetration, from the head to the entire length. First, a small mouth sucked at the tip, then it pierced through. The walls of the tunnel squeezed my penis tightly. Instinctively trying to expel the intruder, my penis was enveloped in warm, moist heat. I couldn't help but compare my sister to other women. It wasn't a matter of lightness or tightness. My glans reached deep into the tunnel, and I felt waves of sucking sensations from the head. I haven't encountered this much in real life, but similar scenes have appeared in Japanese manga. The walls of the tunnel felt like layers of rubber bands, encircling my penis. If I had to describe it in one word—as some have imagined in martial arts novels—"a thousand rings encircling the moon" would be more fitting. The walls weren't still; they undulated rhythmically like the tides. Yes, this is a professional skill only trained women possess. But they were all so relaxed—it was all natural.

The ultimate woman—without any movement, without any thrusting, she already made me want to erupt like a volcano.

Sister Mei is feeling uncomfortable now too; she hasn't had sex with a man for years. The flesh walls seemed stuck together, then suddenly a hot iron rod tore the inner walls apart from the outside in…

Sister Mei sat quietly on me, motionless. I wondered how Sister Mei felt, but I was confident in myself. I kneaded her soft breasts with both hands, shaping them like dough. Her lower abdomen was a little fuller, but not fat. Soft and comfortable.

I kissed the beauty's back, her neck, and nibbled on her earlobe. I whispered softly in my sleep, "Baby, you're such a baby. I… I really don't want to let go… I've never played with a pussy like this before…"

Mei leaned softly against my chest, the iron rod deep inside her like a red-hot iron bar. Heat traveled from the rod to her vaginal walls, surging out in waves. Vaginal walls - vagina - uterus - lower abdomen - whole body. Mei felt a rush of moisture through her body. The itchy, hot sensation in her vagina made her writhe, her vaginal walls rubbing against the rod. It felt like a tickle, the more she tickled, the itchier it became…

I felt the beauty on my thighs. Her firm, round buttocks rotated like a millstone, her juices flowing like soy milk through the millstone's cracks, seeping down between the vaginal walls and the rod. The tunnel became slippery. The entrance to her vagina gripped the base of my penis, squeezing and releasing with each turn of her hips, a surge of seminal fluid rising within me.

No, I'm about to ejaculate…

“Sister, get up a little, baby, yes… just like that, lift your buttocks…”

Sister Mei gently lifted her jade-like buttocks, and I held the beauty, my lower body pressed against her buttocks. I lifted my body from the bathtub…

“Sister, lean forward. Support yourself with your hands… yes… just like that… um, yes… kneel… lift your buttocks a little…”

I held Sister Mei's waist, guiding her to lean against the edge of the bathtub and kneel in the tub. Our bodies remained tightly connected, like conjoined twins. I straightened my back, my hands supporting Sister Mei's buttocks and slender waist. Looking down, the woman's back was streamlined. Like a gourd…

Sister Mei looked up. Before her was a large floor-length mirror. In the mirror, Sister Mei, her hair piled high, had a flushed face. Perhaps it was the climax, perhaps the alcohol, or perhaps the steam from the hot water… Her

two slender arms, like lotus roots, rested on the edge of the pool, her rounded shoulders revealing delicate collarbones; her breasts, like two purple grapes, trembled with our breaths. Her body was wet, water droplets trickling down her long neck to her nipples, then dripping into the pool water, merging with them;

the man behind her looked ferocious, his two thick arms kneading his buttocks—squeezing and kneading. His firm pectoral muscles and clearly defined six-quarters abdomen. This looks a bit like a black man in an American TV show.

"Don't do this, little brother. Shame on you..."

Sister Mei struggled to stand up. I didn't answer, supporting her slender waist in front of me, and slowly pulled my penis out. Then I thrust it forward hard...

"...Ah..."

Sister Mei cried out in surprise. I started thrusting vigorously, not with the usual nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, or three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. My penis traveled through the tunnel like a train. My lower abdomen slammed against Sister Mei's buttocks, and rhythmic slapping sounds echoed in the bathroom. My throat made a low, tearing sound like a wild beast with each impact. And Sister Mei hummed softly and rhythmically. Several sounds intertwined and echoed in the bathroom.

At this moment, Sister Mei felt as if her vagina had been fitted with a huge piston, but it was moving back and forth inside. The piston violently scraped against the walls of the cavity as it moved. The fleshy walls tightly gripped the head of the piston, sucking at it. The large iron rod seemed to want to tear its own body apart from the entrance of the vagina. It thrust into the uterus, reaching the breasts...

The woman looked at the mirror with dazed eyes. In the mirror, her eyes were lifeless. Her small mouth was slightly open, panting. Her nipples swayed forward with my body...

Suddenly, Sister Mei felt the iron rod inside her begin to vibrate violently, like a motor.

"Don't ejaculate inside..."

Sister Mei suddenly came to her senses and struggled to push me away. But I held her tightly...

and then a large amount of liquid gushed out from the head of my penis, hitting the woman's deepest point. The woman's lower abdomen also began to convulse, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from inside. The mixed fluid squeezed out from where our bodies were joined, flowing down our thighs…

I let out a long breath, my body going limp. Sister Mei was furious; she abruptly stood up, pushed me away, and sat on the edge of the bathtub. She bent down and began to stroke her vulva. I felt a pang of guilt; I had wronged the beautiful woman. I gently touched her arm; she struggled slightly, then lowered her head, remaining silent and ignoring me. She was truly angry…

I panicked and quickly hugged her tightly from behind. I coaxed her softly, "Sister...don't be afraid...I'm clean, I'm not sick...Oh...I was wrong...I'm not as clean as you...I...I'm not sick either..."

"I didn't have an IUD..."

"...Oh...it's okay...there were some pills left by someone upstairs, take one first..."

I rushed out of the bathroom, rummaging through drawers and cabinets. Unable to find it, I even called that slut, the service manager. After a long commotion, I finally found the water and the pills. I knelt before the beauty, respectfully offering them to her...

She took the pills. But she still ignored me, sitting naked. She turned her head to the side, not even glancing at me...

I knelt...hugging her legs...like a child pleading with strict parents for their mistake...

Finally, Sister Mei laughed. The sun came out...

I helped the beauty put on her bathrobe, then carried Sister Mei out of the bathroom in a princess carry. Mei hugged my neck, burying her head in my chest…

In the suite's lobby, Mei looked in the mirror at her vanity, combing her messy hair. I called to urge the restaurant to bring out the steak…

The lights went out, and the candles were lit. Mei hesitated—she didn't know how to use a knife and fork. I went around to her, hugged her, and taught her. And so, cheek to cheek, we finished our late-night snack.

In bed, I held her warm body. Two strangers, yet familiar with each other, softly recounted things they rarely talked about.

Mei mentioned her two husbands. Both were destined to be apart. Her first husband took their child and went south. She hadn't seen her first child for 15 years. Her second husband, like her, was someone she married after a divorce. That husband also had a one-year-old daughter from his previous marriage. My second husband was an orphan who was recruited into the factory. He had no family. He was an honest man, and he lived a peaceful and uneventful life. But in 1997, a massive layoff forced the whole family to buy out their years of service. After being laid off, they pooled their money and opened a small shop. But officials and gangsters came to rob them. It closed down after a few years. The blow was too great, and the struggle was too exhausting. In the past two years, both men in the family have left. As she spoke, Sister Mei sobbed softly.

I hugged Sister Mei tightly and kissed her, comforting her and telling her my story. I left the north at the age of five, moving around with my father. I've experienced the days when creditors were yelling and threatening in my dad's office while I did my homework in the back; I've experienced going back to my high school at 16 to give a lecture and share my experiences after starting university; I've even joined the army during my freshman year and entered a special forces unit. But in my first year, I was assigned to a peacekeeping mission, going to the desert; encountering supernatural events involving a different race, resulting in my penis being about the size of a black man's. I'm incredibly sexually potent; I almost died abroad, but my dad bribed the political commissar. I was discharged early and went back to school; of course, there's also the time I helped my dad purge the company's veterans, and now I'm in control of the company; and of course, there's my dad wanting a woman, wanting a grandson…

Sister Mei listened to my stories with fascination. Finally, she gazed at me intently. She stroked my face and whispered, "I think... my son must have been about your age back then..."

I slipped my hand inside Mei's bathrobe—which, of course, was bare underneath. Squeezing her full breasts, I softly called out, "...Mom..."

Then I rolled over, pinning Mei beneath me, and kissed her lips. We shared a tender, wet kiss.

The woman looked at the mirror on the ceiling. Reflected in the mirror, her hair was disheveled. A strong body lay on top of her. The woman could see the boy's firm buttocks and thighs. Bronze skin and snow-white flesh intertwined. The boy's lips traced down her neck, down her bony skin. Her nipples were being sucked, his tongue licking from the tip. A ticklish, tingling sensation spread through her abdomen and navel. His lips didn't linger on her navel; they continued downwards, downwards. No, he kissed her clitoris.

"No... Ah..."

The boy took her clitoris into his mouth, his soft tongue teasing it. A tingling, itchy sensation seeped into her vagina, and the walls began to secrete moisture. His tongue was very agile, slipping inside. Her legs were lifted, and her anus felt a cool sensation.

The woman's legs tightly clamped around the boy's head.

"No more, let's start..."

I returned to the woman's side. I held her in my arms, our bodies pressed tightly together. My face was facing her chest.

"Sister, this time you're on top..."

I held the woman, supporting her waist. The woman didn't know how to insert the iron rod into her body. I had her hold my iron rod with her hands. The woman was very awkward, and used her hands to guide my penis. The moment her hand touched my iron rod, it trembled as if she'd been electrocuted. I held the woman's upturned buttocks and gently pulled. With a "plop," the red-hot iron rod plunged deeper into her.

The woman didn't move much. I gently instructed her, and she learned quickly. She began to twist her waist, lifting her jade

-like thighs slightly as she sat down heavily. I reached up and climbed up her hair, untying the bun. Her jet-black hair fell down, draping over her fragrant shoulders and chest. I lay back, watching the woman rise and fall on top of me, her two nipples peeking out from her black hair with each movement.

After a while, I couldn't resist and flipped the beauty onto the bed. I rolled over and entered her, in the traditional missionary position. Like a hammer striking an iron nail, I thrust downwards. The woman was pressed down on me, as if embedded in the mattress. Reaching my climax, I whispered in her ear, "...Mom..."

Sister Mei immediately hugged my head tightly. Her long hair covered her face, so I couldn't see her expression, but her vagina contracted and writhed intensely. Each time I called "Mom," there was a strong spasm. I ejaculated again...

That night, Sister Mei and I did it many times.

—I held her, her legs wrapped around my waist as we moved around the room. The woman's body rose and fell with my movements. Her vagina was fitted with an iron rod...

—On the carpet, I fucked the woman from behind. Like a dog, I pushed her forward, crawling...

—In the suite's conference room, on the long conference table...

Finally, we hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I woke up first. I looked at the sleeping woman beside me, brushed aside her long hair to gaze at her delicate yet weathered face. I couldn't help but lightly kiss her cheek. She didn't wake up.

I rolled over in bed. Grabbing the old Nokia she'd left on the bedside table, I dialed my own number. I really couldn't bear to let go. We'd broken up, but we could still contact each other, right? My phone lit up—it was on vibrate. Strange, it wasn't an unknown number. It had a name on it. I leaned closer to look. The screen read—[Mom]. This was the number Dad gave me. But I hadn't called it yet.

Trembling, I rummaged through the woman's purse. I found her ID card—Liu Hongmei, not Fan Hanmei. I'd actually slept with my own mother. My own mother.

I stared blankly at my mother's name on the ID card, my mind a complete mess. Suddenly, a scream rang out: "What are you doing..."

Sister Mei, oh no, it was Mom who woke up. Mom, just awakened, rushed over like a madwoman and snatched her ID card.

"...You, why are you peeking at someone's ID card...?"

Mom was really angry; her open bathrobe revealed her voluptuous breasts. But Mom didn't care at all, and I, my mind a complete mess, didn't know what to do. My legs went weak, and I slid off the bed onto the floor. My mouth opened, but I didn't know what to say. Should I call her Mom? Mom's breasts were still exposed, facing her son. And last night, her vagina had welcomed her billionaire grandson. Should I call her Mom now?

To be honest, although my mind was a mess, I felt a strange excitement looking at my mother's perky breasts. Incest, the spasms of her vagina last night, the impact of our buttocks colliding—all these thoughts swirled in my head. My penis was hard, but I didn't know what to do.

My mother looked at me, then followed my gaze to her own chest. Her face flushed, and she muttered "bastard" under her breath. She tightened her yukata and ran to the bathroom. I watched her back as she walked away, her smooth legs visible beneath the yukata. I couldn't help but imagine the naked body beneath the yukata. That perfect body from last night.

My mind was in turmoil.

Just then, my mother came out of the bathroom. She had changed back into last night's clothes, her hair back in a ponytail. A pair of old glasses; she was no longer the passionate woman from last night. My mother, head bowed, hands clasped together, timidly approached me. She said, "Xiao...Xiao Lu. I...I..."

"Mom...Oh, thank you. Really. I should be saying that, Sister Mei. Are you talking about the money? I'll give it to you right away. I felt so embarrassed last night."

I handed the money to my mother, who didn't even count it. She simply put it in her bag, seemingly troubled. After all, she had climaxed last night with a young man the same age as her son. What would she think if she knew this young man was her own son? I dared not imagine.

"Sister Mei, is Auntie sick? I heard you mention her on the phone last night, at the Provincial People's Hospital, right? Does Auntie need surgery? My dad knows the head doctor well. Maybe I can ask him to arrange it?"

My mother seemed hesitant. Her mother had been hospitalized for several days, and no one was helping with the finances. These days, young people say "knowing someone"—what a convenient way to get things done! You know, in this city, everything comes down to connections or money. But my mother was also afraid I would get entangled in the situation.

I understood her concerns. I added, "Auntie, my flight is tomorrow morning, at 11. I have to rush to the airport first thing in the morning. I won't have a chance to bother you. I just wanted to apologize for being disrespectful to you last night. Really, sister. Thank you for the good dream I had last night. Now I'm awake. Maybe we'll meet again in the future, but the dream won't happen again."

My mother bit her lip, her eyes seemed a little red. She murmured, "That was a good dream. Thank you!"

I took care of everything and arranged everything.

The next day, I boarded the plane home. Looking at the houses on the ground getting smaller and smaller, I wondered, "Will I come back?"

[Postscript] The following is a woman's perspective:

A month has passed, and everything has been peaceful. It really felt like a dream. No one knew what happened that night; the only one who knew, Sister Zhao, was in a car accident. That night, Sister Zhao left to work as a prostitute. When the police came looking for her, she ran into the road…

My mother was discharged from the hospital after her surgery, and life returned to normal. Until one night, I received a phone call. The number belonged to my first husband; he had come to pay his respects to my father last year. I answered the phone, about to say hello, “Hello, is this Lao Li?”

“Mom, it’s me, Li Luhu. Dad had a cerebral hemorrhage and passed away…”

It was the voice of my son, whom I hadn’t seen for fifteen years, a voice that sounded familiar. I felt like I’d heard it somewhere before. My son said on the phone that Lao Li’s company had some problems. He would come to see me and his grandmother after he finished dealing with them. And then there was no further news. But I didn’t really care; it had been over ten years. It was as if my son and his father had never existed in my life.

Until one day, my neighbor brought me a newspaper. She told me that my ex-husband had gone south for over ten years and had become a very wealthy man in the south. His company was listed in Hong Kong. But now that Old Li was gone, my son was being pressured by the veterans who had helped him build his empire. My neighbor showed me the newspaper, and my head spun; I almost lost my balance. The newspaper had a large photo—a group of people standing, pointing at a young man in the middle. The young man sitting in the middle looked helpless—it was none other than Li Xiaolu, the woman who had penetrated me two months ago—it turned out he was my son.

From that day on, I began to suffer from insomnia. Memories that had faded began to surge from the depths of my mind. The passion of that night, the tenderness of my son in my arms as a child—all these intertwined before my eyes. My mother and I lived in the dormitory building in the old factory—the government hadn't taken it back. Several of our neighbors were "loose women"—women who had turned to prostitution or adultery due to hardship. The old men in the factory would poke their backs and berate them. And me? I was a "loose woman" without a sole. They had new men, or many men. I had given birth to the son I had given birth to.

Not long after, my son called. He had to go on a business trip to a province further north. Apparently, Old Li's company there had started a rebellion. My son said he wanted to see me and asked to meet me at the airport. I went to a restaurant outside the airport. From afar, I saw him—haggard, no longer the sunny, mischievous little boy from that night.

My son was surprised by my calm. He didn't know I already knew about our affair. But his words still shocked me. He said he told Old Li about us the night he got back, and that Old Li had suffered a brain hemorrhage that very night. Old Li died of anger caused by his son and wife's infidelity.

My son flew north. Before leaving, he carried me on his back and said, "Mom, I'll come back to see you."

At that moment, I went completely limp. When I got home, I found two stacks of banknotes in my handbag. He had secretly put them there when I went to the bathroom.

The news reports showed my son's situation getting worse; he could no longer hold his position at the listed company. Old Li's former subordinates had sidelined his son. That day, his son flew to my city on his own. He asked me to visit him at his hotel, in the same room as before. I was apprehensive, yet also somewhat expectant. The room reeked of cigarettes; my son was looking out the window, smoking one after another. I stayed with him, and then he said he wanted more. I clearly stated that we were mother and son, and this couldn't continue. My son ignored me, ripped off my clothes, and pinned me to the bed—he raped me, he raped his mother. Afterward,

my son flew over almost twice a month, sometimes four or five times. I firmly refused him and stopped going to the hotel. But the next morning, worried that he couldn't take care of himself alone, I bought him some steamed buns and fried dough sticks and brought them over. From afar, I saw my son embracing a mannequin as they walked out of the hotel. That day, I felt like my heart and body were being torn apart. I threw down my breakfast and left. My son abandoned the mannequin and chased after me, hugging me tightly. From that day on, I never refused my son again. I lived a life where I was both wife and mother.

My mother knew that my son had contacted me. She had also seen the news and knew that Old Li was gone and that my son was having a hard time. The old woman was conservative and afraid of being implicated. She wouldn't let me contact my son, but I was already his woman. We couldn't be separated. I got pregnant once, but miscarried. It was very dangerous for a 38-year-old woman. I begged my son to use a condom, but he seemed particularly excited. He said I had to give him a 100% purebred child. Except for my penis, all my first times were with my son. My mouth, my anus. The night my son wanted my anus was very exciting. Just like on TV, a white sheet was placed under me. Later, I stayed in the hospital for a few days, and my son took care of me tirelessly. I always felt the doctor's gaze towards us was strange.

My son didn't tell me about the company, but it was mentioned in the news—a 180-degree turnaround. It said my son had cashed out all his stocks, and it also mentioned that Old Li and my son had taken out substantial loans overseas (I think it was bonds). It was said that those bonds were time bombs, with some kind of trigger condition. My son called it cashing out at a high price, and then that time bomb exploded. Old Li's old subordinates all lost everything; the money they used to buy the stocks was borrowed from a financial company. The real owner of that company was actually my son. My son bought back the company at a very low price. They even acquired a competitor in the same city, who took advantage of the situation. As a result, they were also affected by the bombing. News commentators called it a textbook example of business strategy. I didn't understand it, but I knew my son was probably getting married. That competitor was originally the in-laws Old Li had arranged for my son, but things fell apart after Old Li's accident. Now my son has taken over their company and is loudly proclaiming that he's sticking with the original marriage. When I learned about the trouble my son's marriage had caused, I was actually quite happy. But after seeing this news, my heart sank. My

son flew over, beaming with joy. He didn't go back home during that time; instead, he stayed. He didn't mind the cramped tenement building at all and squeezed into my and my mother's pigeon coop. During that time, my son was very filial. He drove me to and from work during the day, then accompanied his grandmother on her deliveries and looked after her small stall at the wholesale market. At night, after his grandmother fell asleep, I would go to his bed. My son and I tacitly avoided mentioning his marriage.

Until one day, I came home early. He mentioned hearing a woman's moans coming from the room. I rushed into the room, and there was my son's grandmother, kneeling in front of my father's urn and black-and-white photograph. Her grandson was having sex with her from behind. When she saw me, my mother knelt down before me and then before her daughter. She said that her son had raped her some time ago at the wholesale market. I broke down. My usually cheerful son suddenly became monstrous. He rushed at me, pinned me down, and tore my clothes. My mother became his accomplice, helping to hold me down and constantly urging me to accept my fate. That night, his grandmother, him, and I squeezed onto a tiny 1.2-meter bed, groaning all night. We were all broken.

Later, my mother and I left the city where we grew up to take care of our son in the south. I then discovered the darkness in my son's heart. Perhaps it was the influence of his time on the battlefield. He seduced and drove his in-laws and his son to their deaths, and took his in-laws' mother and his former fiancée and her daughter for himself. His greatest passion wasn't women; my son had good relationships with officials everywhere. Wherever there were death row inmates to be executed by firing squad instead of lethal injection, he would bribe officials at high prices to personally carry out the executions. According to my son, he experiences an orgasm when he sees blood spurting from a prisoner's body.

How do I know this? Because whenever there's an opportunity to carry out an execution, my son always keeps me by his side. He's especially excited on the night of the execution, and he rapes me relentlessly. His maternal grandmother, his wife, and his mother-in-law know nothing about this because he particularly enjoys raping me.

Later, we both became pregnant. The whole family, including my maternal grandmother and me, were pregnant with his child. I was constantly afraid of giving birth to some kind of deformity. But my son didn't care at all. After ten months of anxiety, I gave birth to a very healthy boy—my son, my grandson. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly had my tubes tied. My son's maternal grandmother gave birth to a daughter, who is my sister and also my granddaughter. No problem.

Now, I'm focusing all my attention on the next generation. The four of us women are taking good care of our children. We hope they can grow up healthy and happy, unlike their father.

Will tomorrow be better?

[Prelude]

The old man is getting old, especially lately. His health is deteriorating. He brought up the old story again. He wants to find a woman to take care of him. I used to oppose it, but it never came to fruition. Recently, he brought it up again. He wants to remarry my mother, and I can't really object anymore. Although I feel there's no difference between him and other women. Because the old man and my mother have been divorced for almost ten years.

I guess I'd be considered a second-generation rich kid; the old man used to be a technician in a factory in the north. In 1992, he went to the south to do business. Back then, being a factory worker was a stable job, but when he quit to start his own business, he had a fight with my grandfather and his family. He eventually divorced my mother and went south alone. Luckily, he made a fortune. Because he married late and had children even later—I was almost 40 when I was born—and doctors had confirmed he couldn't have any more children, so having many women was pointless. He ended up going back north and desperately wanted me to come with him.

The summer he proposed remarriage, I returned to the city I hadn't seen for 15 years. I was only 5 when I left, and I'd forgotten almost everything about it. My husband told me he'd passed through the area last year. He learned my grandfather had passed away and went to pay his respects, only then realizing my mother was still single. But he hadn't expressed any interest in pursuing her. He meant for me to come and take a look first. After all these years, the old man has had a constant stream of women. He just can't have any children. He's had his fun, he just wants someone by his side.

[Start]

When you're out and about, you're bound to have some romantic encounters. I checked into the only five-star hotel in town and snagged the largest suite, which had been vacant for a long time. And sure enough, I managed to hook up with the front desk manager that very night. I don't like the outside world anymore; I prefer being a part-time office lady or a respectable woman. Compared to that, the front desk staff weren't professionals, which made the experience more enjoyable. Because besides providing sexual services, she also entertained and chatted with me. She even introduced other staff members to join us. Those few days were so exhilarating; I was so engrossed that I forgot all about my mom.

After a few days of fun, I visited quite a few high-end places. I suggested trying some local specialties, like barbecue skewers, which were highly recommended online. That night, the front desk manager and I sat in front of a barbecue stall. The woman was frantically wiping the table and chairs with tissues. They grumbled about how dirty and deserted the place was... This was one of those ubiquitous barbecue stalls in a provincial capital, and it was still early. So there weren't many people...

The two of them ate their skewers and drank ice-cold beer. Then, oblivious to everyone else, they started flirting.

We flirted for a while. As the night deepened, people appeared at the next table. Two women. One was older, probably in her forties. But she had long, curved eyelashes, and her face was very white; you could earn two pounds of bleach from just a shave. She wore a tight pink bodysuit that barely covered her breasts, which thankfully were quite large and supported them. Her low-cut top made her two large, fleshy breasts almost burst out. She wore a short black skirt, her thighs sticking out. She plopped down on the plastic chair, making one wonder if the chair was flimsy…

The other woman was probably in her thirties. She wasn't wearing makeup, and her long hair was tied in a ponytail. It was July, but the woman was still wearing gray trousers, a slightly faded floral shirt, and old sandals—her attire loudly proclaimed her hectic lifestyle. Although her clothes were worn, they were neat. The woman had large eyes, wore old-fashioned glasses, had an oval face, and a high nose. Although she was a bit older, with high cheekbones, she was still quite pretty. The two women

sat down. The one with the stronger air of worldliness ordered two bottles of Harbin beer and some meat skewers. The woman with glasses quickly said she didn't want beer, but kvass. Then we sat down and started chatting.

While we were chatting, we heard something from the next table. The woman, a woman of the night, had a loud voice: "...Sister, it's not that I don't want to lend you money, I'm just a little tight on money myself... Actually, you're not without options. It's not hard for a woman to earn money... Just ask me... and you'll have your daughter's tuition covered, and your parents' hospital bills will be covered too... Don't be shy, sister... Actually, I thought the same way you did back then... When my husband told me about this, I almost beat him to death... But after trying it twice... Money comes faster outside, and men might be more motivated than those at home... Women, you only have a few decades, don't let yourself suffer... Just lie down on the bed, spread your legs. It's so easy... Like me, I own two apartments now, both in the Jianguo neighborhood..."

"...Sister, if I do it... could I get some money in advance...?"

"Girl, there are rules in this business. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that we can't break the rules... You know what, there are still quite a few guys who like our age... The other day, Old Liang, who runs a courier shop on Xi'an Road, told me that he likes your type... He works at several courier stations in our city, and he has four small trucks on the road. He has more than a dozen workers, and the police chief is his buddy... He'll make money after a couple of times... Old Liang said that you should give him your first time. He'll give you 1000 for your first time... No, 1200..."

I looked at the next table and lit a cigarette. I leaned close to the girl's ear: "...Hey, look over there. There's a pretty girl there..."

"...Wow, that's so old. You're really not picky about food..."

"...I've been eating too much meat, have some vegetables. I've been drowning in your water these past two days. Want to get ashore?"

The receptionist's bright red nail polish dug into the boy's thigh, rotating it 180 degrees...

"...Ouch...be gentle...I'm just praising you..."

"...Yesterday I introduced my colleague and friend. I don't know this girl...how are you going to charge me..." "

...The referral fee is double..."

I coaxed the girl for a while, then told her the price I had in mind. The girl glanced at me, then reached under the table and pinched my penis. She stood up and walked towards the next table...

"What a slut, born to sell herself. It's a waste of her talent to be a receptionist..."

The two women at the next table looked at the girl warily—but quickly relaxed. This girl really has the talent to be a manager in a karaoke bar.

"...Sister, we're both from Hannan Province, maybe 2000 kilometers away. One in the south, one in the north, who'll know who after a couple of days, right...? This lady is introducing business, she won't let you do it for free. Here's 500, as a thank you for coming all this way, you must be tired... Hmm, this young lady's family urgently needs money, we're only here for a few days. You can stay with us for a few days, we'll pay in two installments... Yes, but my man likes to do art, taking photos and recording videos... Don't worry, sister..."

The two women listened to the teacher's words, their eyes occasionally glancing at my table. I raised my beer and smiled brightly. The young woman blushed and turned her head away. The prostitute adjusted her collar, pulling it down even lower, and stared at me with her large, alluring eyes. Her lips, stained with what looked like blood and bearing two rows of teeth marks, pouted. I felt a little nauseous and spat the kebab in my mouth onto the road. The kebabs here looked so stale…

Soon, the deal was done. The woman had made up her mind. The prostitute was unhappy, but for the extra 300 points, she left. She gave me a resentful look as she went. I was really eager to get back to the hotel, like a purebred Alpine hog was chasing me…

We got into the car together, and the beautiful woman kept looking out the window. The streetlights weren't very bright tonight, and the trees along the roadside weren't clearly visible. They looked menacing, like monsters jumping out of a television set.

"...I actually got on the bus...with a complete stranger..."

Stories from the news flooded her mind. Things like finding a naked female corpse in the bushes, and so on. And her second husband was in poor health; he'd barely had sex in the years before his death. And now she was going to sleep with a young boy. All of this was unimaginable just a few days ago. The woman stole a glance at the boy sitting beside her; his profile was sharply defined. He was a handsome young man; he shouldn't be a bad person, right?

But the woman quickly laughed at herself. She was already old, and she only had 200 yuan on her. She was broke; why should she be afraid of being robbed? That boy had just given Sister Zhao 800 yuan. After getting in the car, she paid me another 5000. Sister Zhao said that someone my age is worth at most 200. If it weren't for Old Liang on the street liking me… that Old Liang is too lecherous. He always looks at people with a lecherous look. Wait a minute, why would he be so generous as to pay 1200? Something's wrong…

The woman was thinking when the car arrived at the hotel. The woman was a little surprised; it really was a five-star hotel.

When they got to the room, the front desk manager opened the door and went in first, swaying his hips. The woman was timid and didn't dare to go in, her sandals rubbing against each other…

I pushed the beautiful woman's hand behind her back and saw that she hesitated a little. I gently pushed her: "…Come in, sister, you're all here. Come in and have something to drink before we talk."

This hotel suite was about the size of a three-bedroom apartment. It had a living room, a master bedroom, and a dining room, etc. The layout here is like a presidential suite. But unlike in first-tier cities, the decor here is more like a brothel. Presidential suites in first-tier cities have more of an administrative office feel. But here… there are many mirrors, many sex toys. The various furnishings are more geared towards making people have sex here…

Looking at the decor, the beautiful woman felt a little more at ease. This is a rich man, not some criminal. But the woman started to worry again. Going up to the room meant that soon… that would begin. The thought made the beautiful woman's heart tremble again. Was she really going to sell herself this time?

My mind was in turmoil, and I followed the person into the master bedroom in a daze. The room was dimly lit. There was a red carpet on the floor. The walls, except for numerous floor-to-ceiling mirrors, were all painted red, covered with huge lip prints. Most unbelievably, the bathroom had no door; it was open and faced the large bed. If you were lying in bed, you could see someone else showering and defecating inside. It was probably over 40 square meters. In the middle was a large round bed. Above the bed was a round mirror on the ceiling; if you were doing something on the bed, you could see yourself below. In one corner of the room was a massage chair, and next to it, a shelf held various items, including what looked like whips. There was also a rather tall shelf with rows of red ropes hanging down. How were those used?

The room's decor and furnishings were unlike anything the woman had ever seen before. But the atmosphere… the beautiful woman really wanted to turn around and leave.

"…Or…you should find someone else…could you lend me the money first? I'll leave my ID with you as collateral, is that alright…?"

"…Sister, sit down for a bit. Want something to drink?"

"…This…"

"…Let's watch TV for a while…"

the girl said. She turned on the TV and pulled the beautiful woman to sit on the bed. The service industry, so attentive.

I opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, and handed them to the two beauties…

"…Have a drink first, calm down…"

the girl gently patted the beautiful woman's shoulder…

"…I'll run the water…take a shower first…"

I called the front desk and ordered two Western dishes from the restaurant…

While I was busy, the beautiful woman sat on the bed, head down. She clenched her fists tightly… until they turned white. Her thighs were crossed, and her bare feet rubbed against each other. She didn't dare look up; she was definitely very nervous… Suddenly, she looked up and said, “…Young…comrade. Am I going to spend the night here?”

“Yes, sister. Let’s take a shower together first. Then have something to eat…we’ll talk about the rest later…”

“The rest of the money…”

“…Do you want it now? I’ll give it to you now…”

“…Oh, no…oh, if it’s convenient for you…oh, maybe tomorrow…I, I, I’ll make a call first…”

The beautiful woman took out an old Nokia phone and walked to the French windows. Outside the window was a small bay, with a ring of lights illuminating the beach. On the other side of the small bay is a newly built residential area. Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the lights of countless homes…

“Mom, I… um… I can’t come back tonight… Hang in there tonight. I’ll… come back tomorrow. If there’s anything you can’t do, ask the old lady in the next bed for help. Or call a nurse; they have to be on duty all night. I’m with Sister Zhao; she said she’ll borrow some money from her friend tonight… It might be very late… Mom can’t come back tonight… Take good care of Grandma…”

The beautiful woman hung up the phone, and I went over. I gently hugged her, feeling her body tremble slightly. She tried to pull away from my embrace. But it didn't work...

"...Sister, my name is Li Xiaolu. What's your name...?"

"...I...I'm Fan Hanmei..."

"...Then I'll call you Sister Mei...Sister Mei, I'll only stay here for two days...I'll go back to the South in two days...I won't know anyone then..." "

...People come and go like wild geese without a trace, events are like spring dreams without a trace...Living well is a beautiful dream, why leave regrets..."

Sister Mei turned around and looked at me, wanting to say something. But she opened her mouth and then fell silent.

At this moment, the younger sister came out. Smiling, she said, "...You two are together. The water's ready...I'll go back first...You two can chat..."

The door closed gently, leaving only Sister Mei and me in the room.

Only the sound of the television echoed in the room. Sister Mei and I sat on the bed. Sister Mei gripped the long stem of the wine glass tightly with both hands. The wine inside swirled violently.

I regretted staying in this suite. It wasn't always like this. Before, elsewhere, as long as I mentioned I was staying in a hotel's presidential suite, many girls would subtly suggest coming up for the night. Upon entering, they would exclaim in surprise. They would wander around the suite, snapping photos here and there with their phones. They would undress quickly and proactively. But getting dressed was troublesome. In the morning, they often refused to put their clothes back on, saying they wanted to sleep a little longer. Many married women were like that. But tonight was troublesome; a respectable woman had come—she seemed quite frightened and wanted to run away…

I gently put my arm around Sister Mei's shoulder, and a flood of sweet words poured out. But Sister Mei seemed a little dazed; I wondered if she had heard me. For some reason, I didn't want to force myself on her tonight. I hadn't felt this way in a long time when I was trying to coax a woman. But after a while, the woman nodded, as if she had made up her mind. I tentatively said, "...Sister Mei, let's change and go inside...don't be afraid..." The woman nodded again.

After saying that, I turned and walked away. I started taking off my clothes. Sister Mei gritted her teeth, walked to the bed, and lowered her head. She started undressing herself. She was a very meticulous woman; although her clothes were old, she still took them off one by one, neatly folding them on the bed. In the past, I'd been to escort services and clubs. Most of the girls liked to leave their clothes on the chairs in the hotel. Some even went for the wilder route, leaving underwear and panties all over the floor. A woman folding her bra before bed… This is the first time I've ever seen something like this.

I think Sister Mei must be a rather traditional woman. Her bras are all the old-fashioned kind. Actually, there are plenty of sexy cheap bras. You can tell a lot about a woman's personality from her bra…

I walked over and gently put my arm around Sister Mei's waist. Sister Mei's waist isn't thin, it's even a bit thick, but Sister Mei is very tall… about my height, so it doesn't look thick. Her breasts are large, but they make her look very proportionate. They sag a little, but perk up at the nipples. They are naturally bell-shaped breasts.

Sister Mei didn't push away the hand on her waist, she just kept her head down and didn't look at me. She followed me into the bathroom.

The floor was a bit slippery, so I helped Sister Mei into the pool. We lay flat in the bathtub, hot water gushing out from all four sides, creating a bubbling, money-filled atmosphere. Our legs were touching. Mei pulled herself closer to the edge of the tub, trying to keep her thighs from touching mine.

I wasn't in a hurry. The night was long; this was a main course, to be savored slowly.

The bathtub here was a bit unusual. There were small tables on either side, convenient for couples to place wine or something similar while bathing together. Of course, I brought my wine with me. I handed a glass to Mei.

"Here, sis. Let's clink glasses..."

Mei clinked glasses with me, taking a small sip. Then she lowered her head again. I held the glass in one hand and reached around behind Mei with the other, putting my arm around her back. Mei had a glass in her hand, so it wasn't convenient. She nudged me a couple of times with her shoulder and then stopped moving. I turned around and looked at Sister Mei's profile. Sister Mei had her hair up in a bun, revealing a slender, flowing swan-like neck from the side. My left hand, which was around Sister Mei, gently rested on her shoulder. I could feel the smooth, delicate skin beneath my palm. Her skin was better than many young girls, much better. Those girls, who spent years smoking and drinking, frequenting nightclubs and karaoke bars, didn't have much skin.

"Sister, your neck is beautiful."

"Um… thank you…"

Sister Mei still didn't look up. I had to change the subject.

"…Actually, I was born here. But I went to the south for over ten years…"

"…Ah?"

Sister Mei gently raised her head, glanced at me, and then lowered it again.

"...My dad took our family south back then... Luckily... we went into business early... otherwise things wouldn't have worked out. All the workers were laid off... I remember that year, we had New Year's Eve dinner at a hotel, and on TV there was some bastard named Huang Hong yelling: 'Workers should think about the country, if I don't lose my job, who will?' My dad was so angry he turned off the TV, saying that guy was a real bastard..."

Sister Mei's eyes reddened as she listened. After drinking some red wine, she opened up. She talked about many things from her past, such as how her first husband had also gone into business during those years and took their son with him. I guess her son is about my age now. Later, she married a worker from the factory. That worker's wife had also died, leaving her with her daughter alone. There was nothing she could do; she was a divorced woman. Although she was the factory's most beautiful girl, the men in the factory only had eyes for her and didn't want to marry her. She had no choice but to settle for an honest man. But a few years later, her whole family lost their jobs—her father, her mother, herself, and her husband. They used all the money they got from buying out their employment to open a small shop, but it didn't last long. Officials and soldiers were all vying for her. Her husband couldn't hold on and left their daughter behind. Only the elderly couple persevered. Last year, even her father passed away. When bad luck strikes, even drinking water can be a problem. Yesterday, her mother was also hospitalized. She needs surgery…

I listened to Sister Mei's words. I occasionally interjected a few words. As Sister Mei spoke, I slowly tightened my grip on her hand. She leaned shyly against me, resting her head on my shoulder. She even started to put her legs on mine.

I listened attentively, occasionally kissing Sister Mei's temples. We clinked glasses. Two glasses of red wine were quickly downed. Sister Mei's previously tense body relaxed.

Soaking in the hot water, her fair skin was already slightly flushed. Her breasts floated half-submerged, foam drifting between them. Two slightly dark red nipples were faintly visible on the bubbles.

I hugged her tighter and tighter, my lips moving from her temples to her cheeks, to her neck. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and pulled Sister Mei's face away. I lightly pecked Mei's lips. Mei closed her eyes. But I only looked at her delicate face and didn't continue. Mei was a little surprised. She opened her eyes, her gaze watery, and saw a face in front of her that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. She was a little shy and kicked me underwater. I suddenly pressed my lips to hers, my tongue slipping inside. Mei was a little flustered; her tongue was stiff. She responded passively to my tongue's movements. My hands were on her chest, my fingers circling her areolas. Then I slowly grasped her breasts, rubbing them, white bubbles floating between my hands and Mei's breasts.

At this point, Mei began to react. Her tongue began to find its way, intertwining with mine. I could feel her legs starting to press against mine beneath the bubbles. At that moment, Xiaoxiao, as if on cue, hugged me from behind, massaging my back from her breasts.

I wrapped one arm around Sister Mei, and with the other, I gently stroked down her breasts into the water, then her navel, and finally to the observation point in the dense forest ditch. Sister Mei

tensed up, grabbing my hand and pulling it down. She opened her eyes, looking at me, biting her lip. I wasn't in a hurry, and whispered in Sister Mei's ear, "Sister, sit in front of me... I'll scrub your back."

Sister Mei sat on my lap, her back to me. I rubbed her slightly bony back a couple of times with the sponge. From under her armpits, I could see the sides of her breasts again. I stopped rubbing her back and wrapped my arms around her from behind. My hands held two pendants, stroking their lower edges. Two drops of water clung to my fingers.

I tightened my grip, pulling Mei Jie closer to me. Mei Jie sat directly on my lap. My penis was already rock hard, but Mei Jie's buttocks pressed it against my stomach. I could feel Mei Jie's firm labia on my thighs. This was a woman who had worked hard for many years. Her hands kneaded her breasts. My erection gently touched Mei Jie's lower back and buttocks from behind. One hand sneakily moved downwards, but Mei Jie only symbolically pulled me back. My hand easily covered Mei Jie's genitals, combing through the damp pubic hair.

Mei Jie's pubic hair was thick and shaped like an inverted triangle. Now I'm pressed against Sister Mei's lower abdomen. My fingers tease her lips, gently pinching her clitoris. Sister Mei's body trembles slightly, and my fingers are coated with a slightly sticky liquid. Oh, Sister Mei is starting to get wet, she's aroused. This woman's body is quite sensitive; it seems she hasn't had a man in a long time. She's the kind who gets

aroused easily. The bathtub, the bubbles, the red wine, and the relatively harmonious and light conversation have made Sister Mei a little intoxicated. The all-around physical contact and the teasing of her sensitive areas have awakened Sister Mei's body. I kiss her earlobe and whisper in her ear in a low, dreamy voice, "Sister, lift your butt a little..."

Sister Mei seems hypnotized, and she gently lifts her buttocks. I hold her waist with one hand and my penis with the other. I thrust from the glans towards her vaginal opening. The glans gently parted her labia. My sister snapped back to reality, trying to lift her buttocks. But my hand, supporting her waist, pulled her body down. The thick, hard penis pierced the tunnel, penetrating completely…

“…Mmm!…”

“…It hurts…”

We both groaned simultaneously…

I could feel my brother's penetration, from the head to the entire length. First, a small mouth sucked at the tip, then it pierced through. The walls of the tunnel squeezed my penis tightly. Instinctively trying to expel the intruder, my penis was enveloped in warm, moist heat. I couldn't help but compare my sister to other women. It wasn't a matter of lightness or tightness. My glans reached deep into the tunnel, and I felt waves of sucking sensations from the head. I haven't encountered this much in real life, but similar scenes have appeared in Japanese manga. The walls of the tunnel felt like layers of rubber bands, encircling my penis. If I had to describe it in one word—as some have imagined in martial arts novels—"a thousand rings encircling the moon" would be more fitting. The walls weren't still; they undulated rhythmically like the tides. Yes, this is a professional skill only trained women possess. But they were all so relaxed—it was all natural.

The ultimate woman—without any movement, without any thrusting, she already made me want to erupt like a volcano.

Sister Mei is feeling uncomfortable now too; she hasn't had sex with a man for years. The walls of her vagina seemed stuck together, when suddenly a hot iron rod tore the adhesive rift apart from the outside in…

Sister Mei sat quietly on me, motionless. I wondered how Sister Mei felt, but I was confident in myself. I kneaded her soft breasts with both hands, shaping them like dough. Her lower abdomen was a little fuller, but not fat. Soft and comfortable.

I kissed her back, her neck, and nibbled on her earlobe. I murmured softly in my sleep, “Baby, you’re such a baby. I… I really don’t want to let go… I’ve never played with a pussy like this before…”

Sister Mei leaned softly against my chest, the iron rod deep inside her like a red-hot iron bar. Heat traveled from the rod to the walls of her vagina, surging out in waves. Vaginal walls - vagina - uterus - lower abdomen - whole body. Sister Mei felt her body welling up, all the moisture flowing downwards. The itchy and hot sensation in her vagina made the woman twist her waist, the vaginal walls rubbing against the iron rod. It felt like scratching an itch, the more you scratched, the itchier it became...

I felt the beauty on my thighs. Her firm and round buttocks turned like a millstone, the woman's juices like soy milk flowing from the cracks of the millstone, seeping down under the squeezing of the vaginal walls and the gun. The tunnel became slippery. The entrance of the vagina was stuck at the base of the penis, squeezing and loosening with the rotation of the buttocks, and a surge of seminal vesicles rushed upwards.

"No, I'm about to cum..."

"Sister, get up a bit, baby, yes... just like that, lift your butt up..."

Sister Mei gently lifted her jade-like buttocks, and I held the beauty, my lower body pressed against her buttocks. I lifted my body from the bathtub...

"Sister, lean forward. Support yourself with your hands... yes... just like that... um, yes... kneel... lift your buttocks up a bit..."

I held Sister Mei's waist, guiding her to lean against the edge of the bathtub and kneel in the tub. Our bodies remained tightly connected, like conjoined twins. I straightened my back, my hands supporting Sister Mei's buttocks and slender waist. Looking down, the woman's back was streamlined. Like a gourd...

Mei looked up. Before her was a large floor-length mirror. In the mirror, Mei, her hair piled high, had a flushed face. Perhaps it was the climax, perhaps the alcohol, or perhaps the steam from the hot water…

Her two slender arms, like lotus roots, rested on the edge of the pool, her rounded shoulders revealing delicate collarbones; her breasts, like two purple grapes, trembled with our breaths. Her body was wet, water droplets trickling down her long neck to her nipples, then dripping into the pool water, merging with them;

the man behind her looked ferocious, his thick arms kneading his buttocks—squeezing and kneading. His firm pectoral muscles and clearly defined six-quarters abdomen. He looked somewhat like a black man in an American TV series.

"Don't do this, little brother. Shame on you..."

Sister Mei struggled to stand up. I didn't answer, supporting her slender waist, and slowly pulled my penis out. Then I thrust it forward hard...

"...Ah..."

Sister Mei cried out in surprise. I began to thrust forcefully, not with the usual nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, or three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. My penis moved through the tunnel like a train. My lower abdomen slammed against Sister Mei's buttocks, and rhythmic slapping sounds echoed in the bathroom. My throat made a low, tearing sound like a wild beast with each impact. And Sister Mei hummed softly and rhythmically. Several sounds intertwined and echoed in the bathroom.

At this moment, Sister Mei felt as if her vagina had been fitted with a huge piston, but it was moving back and forth inside. The piston violently scraped against the walls of the vaginal cavity as it moved. The fleshy walls tightly gripped the piston head, sucking at it. The large iron rod seemed to want to tear its own body apart from the entrance of the vagina. It thrust into the uterus, reaching the breasts…

The woman stared dazedly at the mirror. In the mirror, her eyes were lifeless. Her small mouth was slightly open, panting. Her nipples swayed forward with my movements…

Suddenly, Sister Mei felt the iron rod inside her begin to vibrate violently, like a motor.

“Don’t ejaculate inside…”

Sister Mei suddenly came to her senses, struggling to push me away. But I held her tightly…

and then a large amount of fluid gushed from the glans, hitting the woman’s depths. The woman’s lower abdomen also began to convulse, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from inside. The mixed fluid squeezed out from where our bodies were joined, flowing down our thighs…

I let out a long breath, my body going limp. Sister Mei was furious; she abruptly stood up, pushed me away, and sat on the edge of the bathtub. She bent down and began to stroke her vulva. I felt a pang of guilt; I had wronged the beautiful woman. I gently touched her arm; she struggled slightly, then lowered her head, remaining silent and ignoring me. She was truly angry…

I panicked and quickly hugged her tightly from behind. I coaxed her softly, "Sister...don't be afraid...I'm clean, I'm not sick...Oh...I was wrong...I'm not as clean as you...I...I'm not sick either..."

"I didn't have an IUD..."

"...Oh...it's okay...there were some pills left by someone upstairs, take one first..."

I rushed out of the bathroom, rummaging through drawers and cabinets. Unable to find it, I even called that slut, the service manager. After a long commotion, I finally found the water and the pills. I knelt before the beauty, respectfully offering them to her...

She took the pills. But she still ignored me, sitting naked. She turned her head to the side, not even glancing at me...

I knelt...hugging her legs...like a child pleading with strict parents for their mistake...

Finally, Sister Mei laughed. The sun came out...

I helped the beauty put on her bathrobe, then carried Sister Mei out of the bathroom in a princess carry. Mei hugged my neck, burying her head in my chest…

In the suite's lobby, Mei looked in the mirror at her vanity, combing her messy hair. I called to urge the restaurant to bring out the steak…

The lights went out, and the candles were lit. Mei hesitated—she didn't know how to use a knife and fork. I went around to her, hugged her, and taught her. And so, cheek to cheek, we finished our late-night snack.

In bed, I held her warm body. Two strangers, yet familiar with each other, softly recounted things they rarely talked about.

Mei mentioned her two husbands. Both were destined to be apart. Her first husband took their child and went south. She hadn't seen her first child for 15 years. Her second husband, like her, was someone she married after a divorce. That husband also had a one-year-old daughter from his previous marriage. My second husband was an orphan who was recruited into the factory. He had no family. He was an honest man, and he lived a peaceful and uneventful life. But in 1997, a massive layoff forced the whole family to buy out their years of service. After being laid off, they pooled their money and opened a small shop. But officials and gangsters came to rob them. It closed down after a few years. The blow was too great, and the struggle was too exhausting. In the past two years, both men in the family have left. As she spoke, Sister Mei sobbed softly.

I hugged Sister Mei tightly and kissed her, comforting her and telling her my story. I left the north at the age of five, moving around with my father. I've experienced the days when creditors were yelling and threatening in my dad's office while I did my homework in the back; I've experienced going back to my high school at 16 to give a lecture and share my experiences after starting university; I've even joined the army during my freshman year and entered a special forces unit. But in my first year, I was assigned to a peacekeeping mission, going to the desert; encountering supernatural events involving a different race, resulting in my penis being about the size of a black man's. I'm incredibly sexually potent; I almost died abroad, but my dad bribed the political commissar. I was discharged early and went back to school; of course, there's also the time I helped my dad purge the company's veterans, and now I'm in control of the company; and of course, there's my dad wanting a woman, wanting a grandson…

Sister Mei listened to my stories with fascination. Finally, she gazed at me intently. She stroked my face and whispered, "I think... my son must have been about your age back then..."

I slipped my hand inside Mei's bathrobe—which, of course, was bare underneath. Squeezing her full breasts, I softly called out, "...Mom..."

Then I rolled over, pinning Mei beneath me, and kissed her lips. We shared a tender, wet kiss.

The woman looked at the mirror on the ceiling. Reflected in the mirror, her hair was disheveled. A strong body lay on top of her. The woman could see the boy's firm buttocks and thighs. Bronze skin and snow-white flesh intertwined. The boy's lips traced down her neck, down her bony skin. Her nipples were being sucked, his tongue licking from the tip. A ticklish, tingling sensation spread through my abdomen and navel. His lips didn't linger on my navel; they continued downwards, downwards. Ah no, he kissed my vulva.

"No... ah..."

My clitoris was being sucked by the boy, the soft tip of his tongue teasing my clitoris. A tingling, itchy sensation seeped into my vagina, and the walls began to secrete moisture. His tongue was very agile, slipping into the opening. My legs were lifted, and my anus felt a cool sensation.

The woman's legs tightly clamped around the boy's head.

"No more, let's begin..."

I returned to the woman's side. I held her in my arms, our bodies pressed tightly together. My face was facing her chest.

"Sister, this time you're on top..."

I hugged the woman, supporting her waist. The woman didn't know how to insert the iron rod into her body. I had her hold my iron rod with her hand. The woman was very awkward and placed her hand on my penis. The moment her hand touched my iron rod, it trembled as if she had been electrocuted. I held the woman's upturned buttocks and gently pulled. With a "plop," the red-hot iron rod was inserted deeper into the woman.

The woman didn't move much. I taught her softly, and the woman learned quickly. She began to twist her waist and gently lift her jade thighs as she sat down heavily.

I reached up and climbed up the woman's hair bun, untying the hair that was tied up. Her black hair fell down, draped over her fragrant shoulders and chest. I lay back. Watching the woman rise and fall on top of me, her two nipples appearing and disappearing in her black hair with the rise and fall of my body.

After a while, I couldn't resist and pushed the beauty down onto the bed. I rolled over and entered her, in the traditional missionary position. Like a hammer striking a nail, I thrust downwards. The woman was pressed down on me, as if embedded in the mattress. Reaching my climax, I whispered in her ear, "...Mom..."

Sister Mei suddenly hugged my head tightly. Her long hair covered my face, so I couldn't see her expression, but her vagina contracted and writhed intensely. Each time she cried out "Mommy," there was a strong spasm. I ejaculated again...

That night, Sister Mei and I did it many times.

—I held her, her legs wrapped around my waist as we moved around the room. The woman's body rose and fell with my movements. Her vagina was fitted with an iron rod...

—On the carpet, I fucked the woman from behind. Like a dog, I pushed her forward as she crawled...

—In the suite's conference room, on the long conference table...

Finally, we hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I woke up first. I looked at the sleeping woman beside me, brushed aside her long hair, and looked at her delicate yet weathered face. I couldn't help but lightly kiss her cheek. She didn't wake up.

I rolled over in bed. I grabbed the old Nokia phone the woman had left on the bedside table and dialed my own number. I really couldn't bear to let go. We'd broken up, but we could still contact each other, right? My phone lit up—it was on vibrate. Strange, it wasn't an unknown number. It had a name on it. I leaned closer to look. The screen read—[Mom]. This was the number Dad gave me. But I hadn't called it yet.

Trembling, I rummaged through the woman's handbag. I found her ID card—Liu Hongmei, not Fan Hanmei. I had actually slept with my mother. My own mother.

I stared blankly at my mother's name on the ID card, my mind a complete mess. Suddenly, a scream came from behind: "What are you doing…"

Sister Mei, oh no, it was Mom who woke up. My mother, who had just woken up, rushed over like a madwoman and snatched my ID card away.

"...You, why are you peeking at someone's ID card...?"

My mother was truly angry; her open bathrobe revealed her voluptuous breasts. But my mother was completely oblivious, and I, my mind a jumble, didn't know what to do. My legs gave way, and I slid off the bed onto the floor. My mouth opened, but I didn't know what to say. Should I call her "Mom"? My mother's chest was still exposed, facing her son. And last night, her vagina had welcomed her billionaire grandson. Should I call her "Mom" now?

But to be honest, although my mind was a mess... I looked at my mother's perky nipples and felt a strange excitement. Incest, the spasms of her vagina last night, the impact of our buttocks colliding—these thoughts swirled in my mind. My penis was hard, but I didn't know what to do.

My mother looked at me, then followed my gaze to her own chest. Her face flushed, and she muttered "bastard" under her breath. She tightened her yukata and ran to the bathroom. I watched her back as she walked away, her smooth legs visible beneath the yukata. I couldn't help but imagine the naked body beneath the yukata. That perfect body from last night.

My mind was in turmoil.

Just then, my mother came out of the bathroom. She had changed back into her clothes from last night, and her hair was back in a ponytail. A pair of old glasses, a far cry from the passionate woman of last night. My mother, head bowed, hands clasped together again, timidly approached me. She said, "Xiao...Xiao Lu. I...I..."

"Mom...Oh, thank you. Really. I should be saying that, Sister Mei. Are you talking about the money? I'll give it to you right away. I felt so embarrassed last night."

I handed the money to my mother, who didn't even count it. She simply put it in her bag, seemingly troubled. After all, she had climaxed with a young man the same age as her son last night. What would she think if she knew this young man was her own son? I dared not imagine.

"Sister Mei, is Auntie sick? I heard you mention her on the phone last night, at the Provincial People's Hospital, right? Does Auntie need surgery? My dad knows the head doctor well. Maybe I can ask him to arrange it?"

My mother seemed hesitant. Her mother had been hospitalized for several days, and no one was helping with the finances. These days, young people say "knowing someone"—what a convenient way to get things done! You know, in this city, everything comes down to connections or money. But my mother was also afraid I would get entangled in the situation.

I understood her concerns. I added, "Auntie, my flight is tomorrow morning, at 11. I have to rush to the airport first thing in the morning. I won't have a chance to bother you. I just wanted to apologize for being disrespectful to you last night. Really, sister. Thank you for the good dream I had last night. Now I'm awake. Maybe we'll meet again in the future, but the dream won't happen again."

My mother bit her lip, her eyes seemed a little red. She murmured, "That was a good dream. Thank you!"

I took care of everything and arranged everything.

The next day, I boarded the plane home. Looking at the houses on the ground getting smaller and smaller, I wondered, "Will I come back?"

[Postscript] The following is a woman's perspective:

A month has passed, and everything has been peaceful. It really felt like a dream. No one knew what happened that night; the only one who knew, Sister Zhao, was in a car accident. That night, Sister Zhao left to work as a prostitute. When the police came looking for her, she ran into the road…

My mother was discharged from the hospital after her surgery, and life returned to normal. Until one night, I received a phone call. The number belonged to my first husband; he had come to pay his respects to my father last year. I answered the phone, about to say hello, “Hello, is this Lao Li?”

“Mom, it’s me, Li Luhu. Dad had a cerebral hemorrhage and passed away…”

It was the voice of my son, whom I hadn’t seen for fifteen years, a voice that sounded familiar. I felt like I’d heard it somewhere before. My son said on the phone that Lao Li’s company had some problems. He would come to see me and his grandmother after he finished dealing with them. And then there was no further news. But I didn’t really care; it had been over ten years. It was as if my son and his father had never existed in my life.

Until one day, my neighbor brought me a newspaper. She told me that my ex-husband had gone south for over ten years and had become a very wealthy man in the south. His company was listed in Hong Kong. But now that Old Li was gone, my son was being pressured by the veterans who had helped him build his empire. My neighbor showed me the newspaper, and my head spun; I almost lost my balance. The newspaper had a large photo—a group of people standing, pointing at a young man in the middle. The young man in the middle looked helpless—it was none other than Li Xiaolu, the woman who had penetrated me two months ago—he was my son.

From that day on, I began to suffer from insomnia. Memories that had faded began to surge back from the depths of my mind. The passion of that night, the tenderness of my son as a baby in my arms, all intertwined before my eyes. My mother and I lived in the dormitory building in the old factory—the government hadn't taken it back. Several of our neighbors were "loose women"—women who had turned to prostitution or adultery because of hardship. The old men in the factory would poke their backs and berate them. And me? I was a "loose woman" without a sole. They had new men, or many men. I had given up my son.

Not long after, my son called. He had to go on a business trip to a province further north. Apparently, Old Li's company there had started a rebellion. My son said he wanted to see me and asked to meet me at the airport. I went to a restaurant outside the airport. In the distance, I saw him—very haggard, no longer the sunny, mischievous little boy from that night.

My son was surprised by my calmness. He didn't know I already knew about our affair. But his words still shocked me. My son said he told Old Li about us the night he got back, and Old Li had suffered a brain hemorrhage that very night. Old Li died of anger caused by his son and wife's infidelity.

My son flew north. Before leaving, he carried me on his back and said, "Mom, I'll come back to see you."

At that moment, I went completely limp. When I got home, I found two stacks of banknotes in my handbag. He had secretly put them there when I went to the bathroom.

The news reports showed my son's situation getting worse; he could no longer hold his position at the listed company. Old Li's former subordinates had sidelined him. That day, my son flew to my city himself. He asked me to visit him at the hotel, in the same room as before. I was terrified, but also a little expectant. The room reeked of cigarettes. My son was looking out the window, smoking one after another. I stayed with him, and then he said he wanted more. I made it clear that we were mother and son, and this couldn't continue. My son ignored me, tore off my clothes, and pushed me onto the bed—he raped me, he raped his mother.

Later, my son flew over almost every month, twice a month, sometimes four or five times. I firmly refused him and stopped going to the hotel. But the next morning, worried that he couldn't take care of himself alone, I bought him some steamed buns and fried dough sticks and brought them over. From afar, I saw him embracing a model as they walked out of the hotel. That day, I felt like my heart and body were being torn apart. I left the breakfast behind and walked away. My son left the model behind, chased after me, and hugged me tightly. From that day on, I never refused my son again. I began living the life of both wife and mother.

My mother knew that my son had contacted me. She had also seen the news and knew that Old Li had passed away and that my son was having a tough time. The older woman was conservative and afraid of being implicated. She wouldn't let me contact my son, but I was already his woman. I couldn't be separated. I got pregnant once, but miscarried. It was dangerous for a 38-year-old woman to be facing him. I begged my son to use a condom, and to my surprise, he seemed incredibly excited. He said I had to give him a 100% purebred child. Aside from my penis, I gave all my first times to my son. My mouth, my anus. The night my son wanted me to have sex with him was very exciting. Like on TV, a white sheet was placed under me. Later, I stayed in the hospital for a few days, and my son took care of me tirelessly. I always felt the doctor's gaze towards us was strange. My

son didn't tell me about the company, but it was mentioned in the news—a 180-degree turn. It said my son had cashed out all his stocks and mentioned that Lao Li and my son had taken out a large debt overseas (it seemed to be bonds). It said those bonds were time bombs, with some kind of triggering condition. My son claimed he was cashing out at the peak, but then that ticking time bomb exploded. Old Li's former subordinates all lost everything; the money they used to buy the stocks was borrowed from a financial company. The company's behind-the-scenes owner turned out to be my son. My son bought back the company at a very low price. He also acquired a competitor in the same city, who, taking advantage of the situation, was also affected by the bomb. News commentators called it a textbook business case. I don't understand it, but I know my son is probably getting married. That competitor was originally Old Li's arranged marriage for my son, but it fell through after Old Li's accident. Now my son has taken over their company and is loudly proclaiming that he's sticking with the original marriage. When I learned about the trouble my son's marriage had caused, I was actually quite happy. But after seeing this news, my heart sank.

My son flew over, beaming with joy. He didn't go back home during that time; instead, he stayed. He didn't mind the cramped tenement building at all, squeezing into my and my mother's small apartment. During that period, my son was very filial, picking me up and dropping me off from work during the day. Then he accompanied his grandmother on deliveries, watching over her small stall at the wholesale market. At night, after his grandmother slept, I would go to his bed. My son and I tacitly avoided mentioning his marriage.

Until one day, I came home early. He mentioned hearing a woman's moans coming from the room. I rushed into the room, and there was my son's grandmother, kneeling in front of my father's urn and black-and-white photograph. Her grandson was having sex with her from behind. Seeing me, my mother knelt down before me, and then before her daughter. She said her son raped her some time ago at the wholesale market. I broke down. My usually cheerful son suddenly became monstrous. He rushed at me, pinned me down, and tore my clothes. My mother became his accomplice, helping to hold me down and repeatedly telling me to accept my fate. That night, his grandmother, him, and I squeezed onto a small 1.2-meter bed. We groaned all night. We were both broken.

Later, my mother and I left the city where we grew up to go south to take care of our son. I then discovered the darkness in his heart. Perhaps it was the influence of his time on the battlefield. He seduced and drove his in-laws and his son to their deaths, and took his in-laws' mother and his former fiancée and daughter for himself. His greatest passion wasn't women; his son had good relationships with officials everywhere. Wherever there were death row inmates to be executed by firing squad instead of lethal injection, he would bribe officials to personally carry out the executions. According to his son, he would have an orgasm the moment he saw blood spurt from the prisoner's body.

How do I know all this? Because whenever there was an execution opportunity, his son would bring me with him. On the night of the execution, he would be especially excited and rape me relentlessly. His maternal grandmother, his wife, and his mother-in-law knew nothing of this because he particularly enjoyed raping me.

Later, we both became pregnant. The whole family, including his maternal grandmother and me, were pregnant with his child. I was constantly afraid of giving birth to some kind of deformed child. But my son didn't care at all. After ten months of anxiety, I gave birth to a very healthy boy—my son, my grandson! I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got my tubes tied. My son's maternal grandmother had a daughter, my sister and my granddaughter. No problem there either.

Now, I'm focusing all my attention on the next generation. The four of us women are diligently caring for our children. We hope they will grow up healthy and happy, unlike their father.

Will tomorrow be better?

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