My Story with an Old Prostitute and Her Son

My grandfather

was from Shanghai, but my father wasn't sure if he was; even my grandmother wasn't sure! However, my father said that a Mr. Du from Shanghai was quite successful, but unfortunately, his name was unlucky—"Yue Sheng" (月笙), meaning "moonlight," and "Sheng" (笙) means "nighttime," which explained why he had to be involved in organized crime. He hoped I would be like Mr. Du, wealthy and powerful, but he didn't want me to be involved in the underworld like him. So he changed my name to "Ri Sheng" (日笙), hoping I would become an official.

Unfortunately, my father married too late; I wasn't born in the Qing Dynasty era. Despite my hard work and diligence, I never managed to become an official. Looking back now, I feel useless and truly ashamed before him. The only consolation I can offer is that while I may not become an official, I at least have a managerial position. I'm currently the purchasing manager for an international trading group.

As a purchasing manager in a trading company, socializing is inevitable. Besides, I don't consider myself a gentleman; on the contrary, my biggest flaw is my lust. Logically, I should be very interested in prostitutes. But quite the opposite, I've never felt any interest in them! Every time I go to nightclubs or similar establishments, I always go alone, never bringing any girls with me, hence my nickname "alone."

Until about six months ago, one day I entertained some clients from South America. During the day, I took them to visit several factories, and after dinner, as usual, I invited them to a nightclub. I don't know if it was because I drank too much or because the weather was just too hot and humid that day, but after I took them back to their hotel, I didn't want to go home right away, so I wandered aimlessly around the area.

It was almost one o'clock, and the number of pedestrians on the street was about the same as during the day, the only difference being that the white-collar ladies from the daytime had all turned into sexy prostitutes. As I walked, several women came up to me and chatted with me. I was getting really annoyed, so I turned into a small alley to avoid their chatter.

But as soon as I entered the alley, a figure darted out of the darkness. I thought I was being robbed, and my drunkenness vanished instantly, and I instinctively took two steps back. But I quickly realized that the person wasn't a robber at all, just another prostitute looking for a client.

After calming down a bit, I was about to unleash a torrent of abuse on her when I heard her speak first: "Boss, do you... do you want a companion? The price is up to you, and you can even spend the night with me."

Judging from her voice, she seemed to be quite old, and I couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn it, another prostitute, and an old one at that!" But out of curiosity, wanting to see just how old she was, I took a step back and, in the dim light of the streetlamp, tried to get a better look at her.

In the dim light, I saw a slender middle-aged woman, around thirty or forty years old, with long hair casually clipped back with a hairpin. She was looking down at the ribbon of her outdated floral dress, and I could vaguely see her body trembling slightly!

I focused my attention on her chest and noticed that her breasts were quite large, completely disproportionate to her petite frame. On a whim, I reached out and pressed my hand against her chest. To my surprise, she reacted quite strongly. I saw her hurriedly take a step back, letting out an "Ah!" and saying to me in a tone almost like scolding, "What do you think you're doing?"

I was both annoyed and amused, thinking, "So she's a newbie!" So, I pretended to be angry and said to her, "Miss, when you're out selling yourself, customers naturally have the right to look at the merchandise first! If you don't let me touch it, how am I supposed to know if your breasts are real or fake? Looks like you don't want to do business."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, she immediately took two steps forward and said to me in a nervous yet helpless tone, "Boss, feel it, mine... mine are definitely the real deal." This further proved that she had little experience dealing with customers.

At this point, the distance between us had closed considerably, and I could finally see her face clearly. She had an oval face, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a pointed nose, and thin lips, and looked to be around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. While not a stunning beauty, she possessed a refined appearance and a melancholic gaze, giving her a unique, pitiful beauty.

I looked her over carefully again, and a sudden thought struck me: "This woman seems refined and quite attractive. Why not just go for her and see how she is in bed? If she's good, I could easily book her. After all, almost all the girls in nightclubs are pretty but not very attractive! I can't always end up chanting 'I'm a vegetarian' every time I go out with clients."

So, I pulled out a stack of about ten... I handed her a hundred-dollar bill and said, "You look like you're new to this, so I won't take advantage of you. It'll be a thousand for the night, but let's be clear beforehand: I have quite a few requirements, so don't come back later saying this won't work or that won't do! If there are no problems, I can pay you first, and if I do a good job, I'll give you an extra tip."

She stared at the stack of bills in my hand, but didn't reach out to take it for a long time. I assumed she thought the price was too low, and I was a little annoyed, so I coldly said to her, "Ma'am, many of the girls upstairs don't even charge 800 for an overnight stay! Okay, name your price?"

She immediately replied, "No, don't misunderstand. I just wanted to make a deal with you, boss. If you want to stay overnight, could you come to my place? I... I really can't stay out all night."

I felt strange, suspecting she had ulterior motives, and was about to say, " "How could that be?"

She probably noticed my hesitation and continued, "Boss, to be honest, I have a sixteen-year-old son who has intellectual disabilities. I can't leave him alone in the hotel for too long. If it's convenient, could you please come to my place? I promise you, I... I will definitely serve you well."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, she didn't seem like someone with ulterior motives, and given my usual reckless lust, I readily agreed to go with her. However, just in case, I still called my friend at the police station to let them know and make sure it was safe.

She waited for me to finish my call before leading me through an alley and walking for about ten minutes to a rather dilapidated, third-rate hotel. I followed her inside, and immediately a guy—I couldn't tell if he was the owner or a waiter—greeted us rudely and loudly said, "You're back just in time! Next time you go out, please keep an eye on your precious son! He just stole our snacks. How are you going to settle this score?"

She apologized a dozen times, promising it wouldn't happen again. But the guy, emboldened by his words, continued his tirade, his insults growing increasingly vile! I saw her eyes redden from his nagging, almost to the point of tears. Watching

all this, I suddenly felt a strange, indescribable feeling about this middle-aged woman. I felt a strong urge to protect her, yet on the other hand, I also felt a strange urge to toy with and abuse her! In short, my feelings were conflicted, beyond words.

Looking at that guy's dog-like face, his mouthful of yellowed, blackened teeth, and the way he was viciously shoving potatoes around, I couldn't help but get angry too. I decided to stand up for her, so I deliberately pulled out a stack of bills worth about twenty or thirty thousand yuan, took out two hundred-yuan bills in front of him, and threw the money in front of him, saying, "It's just a little snack, take this and buy more. Is that enough?"

I've seen plenty of guys like this, utterly snobbish. Seeing how generous I was, he immediately changed his attitude, becoming all smiles and thanking me several times. I was too lazy to argue with that kind of person; all I wanted was to get back to the woman's room as quickly as possible so I could see just how well-endowed her breasts really were! So without looking back, I put my arm around her and had her lead me to her room.

She seemed very grateful that I had gotten her out of that predicament, and led me up to her room on the second floor, asking me my surname along the way, and saying I was a very good person. I told her my surname was Du, but I wasn't a good person; she didn't seem to believe me! She had always called me boss, but after learning my surname was Du, she started calling me Old Master Du. I laughed and said, "I'm not that old, am I?"

So she immediately changed her address and called me Young Master Du. I had initially wanted to ask her not to call me Young Master, but in the end I decided against it. I also asked her name, and she said it was Feng Yulan. We chatted and walked to the door, where she took out a key and bent down slightly to open it. Standing behind her, I saw her bottom slightly raised, and I couldn't help but reach out and touch it! She gasped softly, but quickly regained her composure, continued to open the door with the key, and then turned back to smile at me, saying, "Please come in, it's a simple place, please don't mind."

The room was indeed quite simple, with only an old double bed and two dilapidated sofas that were barely big enough for one person to sit on. There wasn't even a television or a dressing table. However, at least there was a bathroom in the room, so I didn't have to go outside to use the public one.

I went into the bathroom and saw that there was actually a toilet and a white bathtub. But they were completely Dadaist works of art, and I guessed that not many people in the world would enjoy them. But nothing is absolute, and then, someone actually appeared in front of me!

I saw a very tall young man wearing a faded tracksuit, lying comfortably in the bathtub, completely unaffected by the old residue on the tub, just sleeping with his mouth wide open!

I turned to look at Feng Yulan, pointed to the man in the bathtub, and asked, "Is this your son? He's quite tall!"

She nodded and replied, "He had a fever when he was little, which damaged his brain; now he's like a seven or eight-year-old." Then, in an almost pleading tone, she said, "He usually sleeps very soundly and won't wake up so quickly. It's too late, so how about letting him sleep in the bathroom? I promise he won't disturb us."

At first, I wasn't really willing to let him stay in the room, but seeing her pleading expression, I couldn't bear to refuse her. I simply made a "it's okay" gesture, indicating that I would do as she said.

She seemed relieved, forgetting to even ask me if he was going to take a bath, and just closed the bathroom door. Then, as if afraid I'd change my mind, she hurriedly started taking off her clothes.

Seeing her frantic movements, I found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid I'll kick your son out, so you want to get rid of me quickly? Ha, ha. Besides, I'm covered in sweat. Even if you don't mind my masculinity, I can't stand it myself."

She then remembered we hadn't showered yet, but her son was sleeping in the bathroom, and she suddenly looked completely at a loss. I thought to myself, I should play the good guy to the end. Since I'd already paid for the encounter, there was no need to worry about spending another thousand or so. So I went up to her and gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, "It's alright, let him continue sleeping. Wait for me a moment, I'll go ask someone to book another room next door, and we'll go there to take a shower."

After I finished speaking, she suddenly leaned into my arms and said to me in a very moved tone, "Young Master Du, you're so kind! I brought Erniu from the countryside to see a doctor, but the illness wasn't cured, and we've spent all our money. We also owe the villagers a large debt. Now, going back is not an option, and not going back is also not an option. I'm really at my wit's end." "I had no other choice but to swallow my pride and sell myself. Don't laugh, but I've been standing on the street for almost twenty days now, and you're my seventh customer. None of the previous customers treated me like a human being, only you..."

Seeing her growing increasingly distressed, I hugged her tightly and comforted her, saying, "We're destined to meet today. As long as you serve me well, I promise I won't mistreat you! I'm also someone who left my hometown to earn money overseas. My wife isn't here, and I've long wanted someone to keep me company! Now it's up to you..." "Do you and I get along?"

I couldn't have been clearer, but after listening, she seemed a little incredulous and muttered to herself, "I'm almost forty, not some virgin anymore. I have a mentally challenged son, and my mother and my youngest daughter in the countryside. The four of us—how could we possibly expect anyone to take us in? I'd be grateful if we didn't starve."

I knew she was just venting her frustration, so I was even clearer and said to her, "Don't think I'm just bragging! It's true..." "Age-wise, you're not much different from me, but when looking for a partner, of course you want someone understanding and to suit your taste! To be honest, I did too much when I was younger, and now simple missionary isn't enough for me. But with so many different things, even the younger girls can't handle it, so I really want to find someone more experienced to keep me company, but unfortunately, I haven't met anyone yet."

Hearing me say this, she was probably filled with hope, so she eagerly urged me to find someone to book another room. Of course, I was also very eager to experience her skills in bed as soon as possible, so I rushed downstairs, found that repulsive guy from before, and asked him to book another room.

Money makes things easier, of course, and in just a few minutes, I had her in my arms and led her into the next room.

Old Chicken—2

I closed the door and turned around to see her standing confidently by the bed, starting to unbutton the back of her dress. She unbuttoned it slowly, glancing at me every now and then. It seemed she was observing my reaction while undressing. I gave her a thumbs up, indicating my appreciation for her movements.

Encouraged by me, she undressed even more vigorously. Soon she had taken off her dress, then her bra and panties, finally standing naked in front of me.

I walked over, intently admiring her naked body. I noticed that although she hadn't been from the countryside for long, her skin was still quite fair. Looking at her breasts again, they were indeed well-endowed, each one the size of a papaya, and the two nipples were particularly large, like two dried red dates, making one want to pinch them hard.

The pubic hair between her legs was very sparse, making her already slightly protruding mons pubis appear even fuller. The only pity was that she was, after all, middle-aged, and her lower abdomen was inevitably plump, and her muscles were somewhat loose. Also, perhaps because she had given birth to two children, her labia were rather dark; but to me, her figure was already very satisfactory.

I was a complete connoisseur, just lustfully admiring her naked body, and occasionally touching and pinching her body here and there, indulging in caressing her. She cooperated readily with my caresses until I felt I'd had my fill, at which point she began to undress me.

She folded my clothes neatly and then softly asked, "Would you like to shower first? Or... or should we shower together?"

I smiled and pulled her into the bathroom, answering her question with my actions.

The bathroom facilities in this room were much better than her previous one. However, I was still very reluctant to shower standing in the bathtub. So, we stood on the edge of the tub, hastily washing each other's private parts, thus completing our pre-shower ritual.

After leaving the bathroom, I lay down on the bed first and saw her gesture as if asking if I wanted the light turned off. I shook my head, indicating that I didn't need to turn it off. Then, she took a pack of condoms from her pocket, held it to me, and asked, "Shall I help you put it on?"

I snatched the condom away and threw it forcefully onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Then, looking at her, I smiled and said, "I want to do it for real!"

She seemed a little surprised, and blushed slightly, saying, "Aren't you...aren't you afraid I'll get dirty?"

I hugged her and gently kissed her cheek, saying, "No! What about you? Are you afraid I won't be clean?"

She didn't answer, but showed it through her actions. I saw her slowly bend down, open her mouth, and take my penis into her mouth.

I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and enjoyed her oral service. Unfortunately, her oral sex skills weren't very good. She seemed to sense that I didn't appreciate her oral skills, so she kept glancing at my reactions as she continued.

I knew she was trying very hard and putting her heart into giving me oral sex. To avoid hurting her enthusiasm, I let her continue for over ten minutes. Finally, feeling I couldn't take it anymore, I told her to stop.

I turned over and lay face down on the bed, raising my buttocks slightly, and said, "Come on, lick my asshole!"

At first, she seemed slightly hesitant, but soon she pressed her face against my buttocks, and I felt her tongue extend, massaging my anus with the tip of her tongue!

The sensation was so much more pleasurable than before! I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mmm...mmm, so good! Put your tongue in a little further!"

I knew very well that not every woman could accept anal licking, but she was so obedient, licking whenever I asked. Just for that alone, the thousand dollars was worth it! I felt her warm tongue moving in and out of my anus, an indescribable pleasure, an endless stimulation. Before long, my penis naturally became engorged and swollen. She continued licking me for about four or five minutes until I was satisfied and told her to stop.

I turned over and lay flat on the bed again, gesturing for her to sit. She obediently straddled my legs, guiding my penis with one hand to her vaginal opening, then forcefully sat down. In an instant, my entire penis was deeply inside her, the glans and scrotum completely enveloped by her vaginal walls!

Seeing her legs spread wide, her buttocks pressed against my thighs, her clitoris and pubic hair pressed tightly together as if kissing! I couldn't help but thrust my hips upwards with all my might, wishing I could shove my scrotum into her vagina as well. She seemed to be in a little pain from my thrusting; she frowned, took a deep breath, and then began to exert force with her thighs, her buttocks rising and falling dramatically, performing a "lotus position" thrusting motion for me!

Using this position with her required almost no effort, and I could penetrate very deeply, pulling out completely with each thrust, which felt incredibly wonderful. But for Feng Yulan, who was sitting on top of me, it wasn't so easy; she could only use her legs and vagina to bear her own weight and the force of each thrust. As a result, she quickly became exhausted and had to bend over and support herself on the headboard to relieve the pressure.

I watched her large breasts, like two papayas, getting closer and closer to my face, especially her two long, thick, dark nipples, which swayed back and forth in front of my eyes and occasionally touched the tip of my nose, which felt a little itchy. So I moved my head up slightly and then took one of them into my mouth.

At that moment, it felt like I was holding a grape in my mouth. Perhaps because it was so unusually large, no matter how much I licked and sucked it, it remained soft and showed no sign of hardening with stimulation. The more I sucked, the more interesting it became, and I even started to gently bite it with my teeth. Perhaps without realizing it, I bit her nipple harder and harder, and I heard her soft moan of pain.

I felt increasingly excited. Her piston-like movements on my penis felt good, but unfortunately, the rhythm and speed were not entirely within my control, and it no longer satisfied me. So, I released her nipple and said to her, "Come on, let's change positions."

Then, as I instructed, she slowly stood up and lay face down on the bed with her buttocks in the air. Originally, I planned to give her a "cart ride," but as I squatted behind her, preparing to insert my penis into her vagina, I suddenly changed my mind.

Because her buttocks were raised, the two buttocks naturally parted to the sides, fully exposing her dark brown anus to me. I cursed myself inwardly: "How stupid! Why didn't I think of going through her back door? What justice is there to leave such a good asshole untouched?"

I spat on my penis and then pressed the head of my penis against her anus. She must have realized what I was about to do, because she turned her head to look at me and whispered, "Young Master Du, you... you should be gentle." After saying that, she immediately turned her head back, pressing her face tightly against the pillow, completely submissive.

Seeing her so sensible, I was overjoyed. I quickly gripped my hard penis with one hand, placed the other on her buttocks, and thrust forward with all my might. With a scream from her, my entire penis was fully inserted into her anus!

At first, I was somewhat gentle and tender, slowly pumping my penis in and out. As I fucked her asshole, I listened to her breathing become increasingly rapid, feeling her anus gradually tighten; seeing her covered in goosebumps and trembling more and more violently as I fucked her, I felt incredibly aroused!

Later, the bestiality buried deep within me was completely awakened. All I wanted to do was ravage and torture her! There was no longer any tenderness or tenderness in my heart. My thrusts into her anus grew increasingly rough and forceful, like a pile driver, each stroke a full-force effort!

I don't know how long I fucked her, but I could hear her panting and pleading, "Ah...ah...be gentle! Please don't be so rough...it's so hard! Oh...oh...please have mercy on me! Oh...oh...Young Master Du, I really can't take it anymore!"

As her pleas grew more desperate, I was nearing my climax. I was afraid she really couldn't take it anymore, and if she moved or struggled at my most crucial moment, disrupting my rhythm, wouldn't all my efforts be wasted? So, I pressed forward as if riding a horse, grabbing her hair with one hand and slapping her buttocks hard with the other, saying, "Ugh...ugh...be good and don't move, it'll be over soon!"

As soon as I finished speaking, my whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, and I involuntarily shuddered a few times. Then, hot semen gushed from the tip of my penis, like a volcanic eruption, injecting deep into her anus.

After ejaculating, I gestured for her to get me a cigarette from my clothes. Seeing her limping as she walked, her buttocks clenched tightly, I felt a little guilty and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

She handed me the cigarette and gently shook her head.

I lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, and gently patted the bed, gesturing for her to lie down. Then, with one arm around her, I said while smoking, "Believe it or not, I haven't felt this satisfied in a long time! But I hurt you, I..."

She pressed her hand to my mouth, stopping me from continuing, and then buried her face in my chest, saying, "I'm fine. Seeing you happy makes me happy too."

I stroked her hair and said, "I think you shouldn't stand on the street anymore. Tomorrow I'll find you and your son a better place to live. You can move there, and I'll come see you whenever I have time, okay?"

Hearing her softly say, "Whatever you say," I felt very satisfied. So, I put out my cigarette and fell asleep with her in my arms.

When I woke up, I looked at my watch; it was almost seven o'clock. Before leaving, we made love again standing up in the bathroom. Back at the company, I was busy with two meetings until after 3 PM when I finally had some free time. During my break, I asked my secretary to give me the key to the dormitory room the company had assigned me. I also instructed her to arrange a car so I could pick up Feng Yulan and her son as soon as I finished work. I had originally wanted to call her first, but I didn't have the hotel number and had forgotten its name, so I had to give up.

By the time everything was arranged, it was past 6 PM, and I immediately drove to Feng Yulan's hotel.

When she opened the door, I saw her holding a lunchbox, chasing her son around the room, feeding him. The lunchbox contained only a few yellowed, old vegetables and two thin slices of fatty pork. Let alone a person, even a dog might not eat it.

Speaking of her son, I really feel sorry for her. Last night, due to various reasons, I didn't get a good look at him. Now, he actually looks alright, and what's more, he has a great physique like an athlete, quite tall and strong. It's just a pity that he's an idiot.

I vaguely remembered Feng Yulan mentioning her son's name was Erniu, so I went up to him and said, "Erniu, why are you being disobedient? You won't eat when Mom feeds you."

Erniu looked at me, pointed to the lunchbox in his mother's hand, and said, "Those vegetables are so bitter, I don't like them!"

I turned around and said to Feng Yulan, who was standing behind me, in a slightly scolding tone, "And you, how could you buy this kind of stuff to eat! You should have used the money I gave you yesterday. I told you I would pick you up today, what were you afraid of?"

She seemed very aggrieved, lowered her head, and whispered, "I thought you were joking, I didn't expect you to actually come!"

I said to her sincerely, "It's hard to blame you. Even I can't completely trust a stranger. But as time goes by, you'll see that I'm a man of my word." After saying that, I took the lunchbox from her hand, casually threw it into the trash can, and continued, "Come on, pack your things. We'll go have dinner first, and then I'll take you to your new home."

Although she didn't say anything, I knew from her eyes and the way she packed her things that she must have been very happy. Her and her son's luggage was as simple as their place, and they finished packing in no time. After calculating the hotel rent, I took them to a restaurant I knew well, booked a VIP room, ordered a table full of dishes, and opened a bottle of red wine. We ate until we were drunk and full before I took them to my dormitory.

Old Chicken—3

That dormitory was assigned to me by my company. It wasn't very big, with only two rooms. Since I had another place to live, the dormitory had been vacant, but someone came to clean it every week, so I could move in immediately without any tidying up.

After settling them in and giving her my phone number and a few thousand yuan in cash, I planned to leave. She seemed surprised that I wouldn't stay the night, and asked me, puzzled, "You...you're leaving? Is your wife waiting for you at home?"

I shook my head and smiled, saying, "No, my wife is with my mother back in our hometown; she didn't come with me." I reached out and touched her breast, continuing with a grin, "I have a lot of work to do at the company tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't sleep well if I stay!"

I didn't know if she was scared because of the unfamiliar place or genuinely didn't want me to leave, but she held my hand tightly, refusing to let me go. Unable to resist her persistence, I finally agreed to stay. She was overjoyed and insisted on preparing bathwater for me, saying she would help me to bed.

I said I wasn't in a hurry to sleep and suggested she check on her son first, and then help me after he fell asleep. She said it was fine, her son would fall asleep by himself, and insisted on taking a bath with me!

In the bathroom, it was a completely different story. She had me stand in the bathtub, and she expertly lathered my entire body with soap, especially when she washed my penis. The technique and pressure she used were simply masterful!

I couldn't help but sigh in pleasure, and I reached out and gently pinched her cheek, half-jokingly, half-praising, "Strange, how come I didn't notice last night that you're so good at washing people down there? Much better than your oral skills. Ha...ha...did you practice while washing your son? If so, then you might as well practice your mouth a bit more; your blowjob skills aren't quite there yet."

As the saying goes, "What is said without malice may be taken to heart!" I was only saying that in a joking manner.

To my surprise, she blurted out, "So you're just like Erniu, you don't like me using my mouth..." Then, her expression changed, probably realizing she'd let something slip, and she looked embarrassed, desperately trying to salvage the situation by saying, "When I help him bathe, I don't touch him there! I..."

This kind of "protesting too much" trick had no chance of fooling me. I knew there must be some hidden story behind it all. To get her to reveal the secret, I decided to play hard to get. Pretending not to notice the flaws in her words, I said seriously, "Let me teach you. When you suck, use your tongue more. Your mouth is too tight. Like last night, I only sucked a few times before your teeth hit me and it hurt a little."

She probably thought I hadn't noticed, and her expression relaxed considerably. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try it next time." " Let's see."

Then, I chatted with her for a long time about all sorts of things, until she helped me rinse off the soap suds. I was sure she was completely relaxed when I suddenly asked her, "By the way, when you were giving Erniu a blowjob, did he ejaculate in your mouth?"

She wasn't prepared for my trick and fell right into it. Without thinking, she answered, "Only once." She immediately realized she'd been tricked, but it was too late. Her face flushed, and she quickly changed the subject, saying, "Didn't you say you had a lot to do tomorrow? Let me dry you off. Go to sleep!"

I stared at her with ill intent, grinning, "I don't want to sleep now! Tell me, how did it feel when you were giving him a blowjob?" She fled the bathroom, looking incredibly embarrassed; of course, I wasn't going to let her off so easily. Seeing her run out of the bathroom, jump onto the bed, and hide under the covers, I followed her in. Under the covers, I started groping her all over, tickling her relentlessly, persistently pressing her about her relationship with her son. She couldn't withstand my combined soft and hard tactics, her relentless pursuit finally yielding the whole story.

It turns out that Feng Yulan married her husband at a very young age. Her husband, surnamed Chen, was a very honest and hardworking farmer.

She gave birth to Erniu. Erniu was originally a twin, but the firstborn died at birth, leaving only a son. Although the couple was heartbroken, they were content that one of them could be saved, and given the government's strong push for the one-child policy at the time, they had no plans to have another child. However, when Erniu

was eight years old, he suffered a serious illness, his brain was damaged by a fever, and his intellectual development stagnated, remaining at the level of a seven or eight-year-old. The couple was naturally devastated, so her husband decided to try for another child. After finally raising enough money to pay the fine, they were shocked to find that the baby was a daughter. Her husband, both angry and desperate, mistakenly drank pesticide instead of alcohol on their daughter's one-month celebration, abandoning them and passing away.

She was already struggling to care for two children alone. Later, her mother persuaded her to sell the farmland and house her husband had left behind and move back to her parents' home. She thought that since her mother also lived alone, they could support each other. So she sold the land and house and moved back to her parents' home with her two children.

For several years, the four of them—grandmother, granddaughter, mother, and children—lived together peacefully, though life was tough. Until a little over a month ago, their lives changed.

It turned out that her son, Erniu, although his intellectual development remained at a childhood level, was physically perfectly normal—almost abnormally so. However, due to his intellectual disability, Erniu required constant care from his mother, including bathing, feeding, dressing, and sometimes even toileting. Therefore, compared to other mothers, Feng Yulan was intimately familiar with her son's entire developmental process.

Several months ago, she had already noticed something strange about Erniu; during bath time, he would occasionally grope her! At first, she didn't think much of it, but last month, when she was washing Erniu's penis and preparing to clean other parts of his body, Erniu suddenly grabbed his penis with one hand, grinned foolishly, and said to her, "Hehe...Mom, look, it doesn't need to be eaten with your mouth, it will get bigger by itself. Aren't I amazing!"

When Feng Yulan heard her son say this, she felt that something was wrong, so she deliberately asked Erniu, "That place is for peeing, who said you can eat it with your mouth?"

Erniu scratched his head and said, "Grandma said so! She said if I eat my penis with my mouth, it will get bigger quickly. Hehe...I didn't believe it at first, but then Grandma really did..." "She ate my penis, and it really grew bigger. But now no one eats it, so why does it still grow bigger?"

Feng Yulan told me. When she heard her son say that, she knew something was wrong, so she asked him, "When did Grandma start eating your penis? Besides eating penises, did Grandma teach you anything else?"

Erniu replied, "Grandma also taught me how to ride the train tunnel."

She had already vaguely guessed what was going on, but she still couldn't help but ask her son, "How do you ride the train tunnel?"

Erniu waved his hands and said, "I won't teach you. Grandma told me never to tell you about riding the train tunnel. I won't!"

Feng Yulan told me that after finding out, she was furious and initially wanted to confront her mother immediately. However, she reconsidered, thinking that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. If things really escalated and the whole matter became public, it wouldn't benefit anyone. So, she decided to let it go and make plans later.

However, to prevent further conflict between her and her grandson, she decided to take Erniu away for a while. That's why she brought Erniu to see a doctor. Feng Yulan also said that her mother initially strongly opposed the relationship, but later, perhaps through conversation, she revealed that she knew about her mother and grandson's affair, and her mother stopped talking.

After coming from the countryside to the city, she found the cost of living in the two places to be vastly different. She had only been staying for less than a month when she ran out of money and was forced to sell herself to earn a living. She told me that since her husband's death, she had grown accustomed to a life of emptiness and loneliness, becoming physically and mentally numb. Unexpectedly, after serving two or three clients, her body underwent a change, and soon even the still waters of her heart began to flow again, becoming turbulent!

She said that at first, it was alright; perhaps because she was surprised and shy, she didn't have much of a physical response. However, as she had more sexual relations with people, she naturally developed needs. But a client is a client; he doesn't care whether you come or not, he just wants to ejaculate. Initially, she could control herself, but soon she really couldn't take it anymore.

The incident happened two days before I met her. That day, business was good; she had two clients in a row. With the first client, she felt a certain need. However, he was useless, finishing in a few strokes.

Less than half an hour later, she found a second client. Who knew this guy's penis was even worse, but his finger skills were absolutely top-notch!

He made her squirt with his hand, and in the throes of intense desire, he ejaculated on her thigh before even penetrating her. After he left, she tried to relieve herself with her hand, but instead of stimulating it, she felt an even stronger need; her entire genitals were swollen and hot, and the fluid kept flowing endlessly!

Old Chicken—4

She still couldn't fall asleep until midnight. At that moment, her son was sleeping right next to her. As fate would have it, just as she was burning with desire and nearing the point of losing control, she suddenly felt something hard pressing against her buttocks several times! At the same time, she heard Erniu laughing in his sleep, repeatedly saying "the train goes through a tunnel."

Instinctively, she reached behind her back, intending to push Erniu away, but instead, she touched his penis. Even worse, Erniu had somehow managed to pull it out! Therefore, what Feng Yulan pressed down on wasn't just her son's penis, but his hard, hot, and completely exposed penis!

At that moment, she was completely out of control, her mind filled only with images of sexual intercourse. She thought to herself, "Since I've already sold myself, it doesn't matter who penetrates that place! At least my son is much cleaner than those clients. Besides, Erniu has slept with his grandmother, so having him sleep with his mother now shouldn't hurt him too much." So she steeled herself, took off her already soaked underwear, turned her back to her son, gripped his penis tightly with her other hand, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and thrust her hips back. That very night, mother and son consummated their marriage!

The more I listened, the more unbelievable it seemed. I'd read many stories of incest within a family in books, but hearing it directly from the person involved was a first. It was incredibly stimulating. As I fantasized about their incestuous relationship, I continued to press her, asking, "How long did you two play? Did he ejaculate inside you? Did you play with him again afterward?"

I bombarded her with several of the most embarrassing questions, and she covered her face with her hands in shame, saying, "Please stop, okay? I've told you the most shameful things, just let me go and don't ask anymore."

Of course, I wasn't going to let her off so easily. I removed her hands from her face, looked at her, and said, "It's not shameful at all! I like hearing it."

Seeing that I didn't look down on her at all, only had a lustful gaze, she hesitated for a moment before saying, "I forgot how long we played. I only know that he... he ejaculated inside me! Later... later I slept with him a few more times." "

I suddenly remembered something, so I asked her, 'After we finished this morning, did you go to see your son?'

She hid her head under the covers and said, 'No, not this morning. But... but at noon...'

I slapped her butt through the covers and said, 'Oh! You went to see your son after we finished, so

you're saying I didn't satisfy you, right? Ha... ha... I'm going to fuck you until you're broken!' She poked her head out from under the covers, kissed my cheek, and then whispered in my ear, 'You still say that? I just couldn't stand it because you made me want it all day... Anyway, it's all yours, so go ahead and fuck it until you're broken!'

Then, she actually stuck out her tongue and gently licked down my chest, while her body slowly moved down as well. She used her hot tongue to lick all over my chest and abdomen." Perhaps she knew I wasn't very impressed with her oral sex skills, so when she licked my penis, she didn't linger for long. She only held the glans in her mouth for a moment before moving on to lick my scrotum.

To make it easier for her, I raised one leg, and she rested her head on my other thigh, her tongue circling and licking my scrotum incessantly. I felt numb and itchy from her licking, and with her nostrils pressed against my anus, the tip of her nose occasionally rubbing back and forth at the opening, the sensation was quite stimulating and pleasurable.

She continued licking for a while, then suddenly sat up, giving me a half-smile and gesturing for me to turn around. So I turned over, lying flat on the bed with my back to the sky. I felt her hand gently stroking my buttocks, and I heard her whisper, "Lift it up a bit, otherwise how can I kiss it?"

I knew she was going to lick my anus, so I obediently raised my buttocks. Sure enough, I immediately felt her tongue pressed tightly against my anus. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her licking my anus, while fantasizing about her incestuous relationship with her son. Unconsciously, my penis had already changed!

So I told her to lie flat on the bed, hold her thighs with both hands, and raise her lower body as high as possible, spreading her legs as wide as possible until her entire genitals were facing the ceiling. I was very satisfied with the position and posture, so I pressed down on her with a "Mount Tai Press" move.

I thrust wildly into her vagina about a hundred times, watching her enormous breasts, like two water-filled balloons, sway and bounce in front of me with the rhythm of my fucking. After about ten minutes, I felt I was nearing my climax, so I asked her to play with her breasts for me.

I watched as she squeezed her large, fleshy mounds with her hands, occasionally pulling her nipples high and long with her fingers. Seeing her already unusually large nipples flattened from their round shape by her own manipulation was incredibly arousing. The thought that she was probably doing the same thing when her son fucked her immediately brought my excitement to its peak! I felt my semen shooting into her uterus, one spurt after another.

After ejaculating, I held her close, and we sat on the bed to rest. I took a cigarette from my cigarette case on the bedside table, and noticed a scented candle nearby. So, while lighting the cigarette, I also lit the candle. Then, holding the cigarette in one hand and caressing her breast with the other, I chatted with her casually.

Our conversation mostly revolved around her and her son. She answered all my questions frankly, but it was almost entirely me asking and her answering; she never initiated any conversation. I tried to get her to invite her son over to play, but she said it was too late and refused no matter what. I knew that I absolutely couldn't force her. Thinking there would be plenty of time, I gave up.

We chatted for a while longer when she suddenly pressed her hand to her genitals, blushed, and exclaimed softly, "Oh! Could you please get me some tissues?"

I knew it was the semen I'd ejaculated inside her vagina that was now flowing out. I reached for the tissue box on the bedside table, intending to grab a few tissues for her. However, when I saw the perfume candle on the table, I immediately changed my mind.

I picked it up and quickly brought it close to her vaginal opening. I guessed she never expected me to burn her with a candle, and given how fast I moved, she probably mistook it for me wiping her with tissues. I only saw her remove the hand that had been pressing on her genitals, and very deliberately spread her legs wider.

I had only intended to scare her with the candle, to play a joke on her. But seeing her vulva completely exposed, like an undefended city, entirely within my attack range, I was seized by a childlike impulse and actually dripped wax onto her vulva, laughing and saying, "Come on, let me seal the opening with wax so it doesn't all leak out and go to waste!"

In a flash, seven or eight drops of scalding wax had already fallen from the sky, landing on her vulva! I heard her cry out in surprise and pain, then saw her spring up off the bed. I thought I was in for a scolding and was about to apologize. But to my surprise, she didn't seem to blame me at all. Instead, she grabbed some tissues and covered the sheets. Then, she plopped down on the tissues and lay back down in the same position I had been using to scald her!

I couldn't help but swallow, a surreal feeling washing over me. Seeing her so obedient and submissive, I felt I'd gone too far. But seeing her pitiful, vulnerable expression, I couldn't resist the urge to torment her. Torn

between my inner turmoil, I glanced down at her. She lay sprawled on the bed, eyes tightly closed, chest rising and falling slightly, legs wide open. When I saw the few drops of blood-red wax on her vulva and labia, I finally couldn't resist and started burning her with the candle again!

At first, I focused the heat on her vulva. But later, I burned almost every part of her body! Of course, the main focus was still on her breasts, vulva, and anus. Her entire body was covered in candle wax, and she was trembling uncontrollably.

Her hair was disheveled, her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and beads of sweat streamed down her forehead like raindrops onto the pillow. I don't know how long I scalded her, but seeing that the seven or eight-inch candle in my hand had burned down to just a tail, I finally blew it out with satisfaction.

Then, I put her in a doggy-style position, roughly cleaned the candle from her anus, grabbed her long hair with one hand, and without a word, began to penetrate her anus. As I penetrated, I slapped her buttocks hard with my hands until my own palms ached, but I still showed no sign of stopping.

As I thrust and pumped, I don't know how much time passed. Suddenly, I heard her, as if in a daze, panting and moaning, saying, "Mmm...mmm...husband! It's my fault, I'm incapable of giving birth to a son! Oh...punish me! Mmm...mmm...you can fuck me until I'm broken, I'm useless. When that other woman is bigger, I want her to give you a son! Ah...ah..."

The more I listened, the more excited I felt, and in a daze, I joined in her incoherent ramblings, saying, "Mmm...mmm...I want to not only take your daughter's belly..." "Son, oh...oh...I'll even make your mother's belly bigger, okay?"

She shook her hips wildly, her voice becoming hoarse as she said, "Okay, ah...ah...okay, husband, make that old slut's belly bigger! Hmm...hmm...let the three of us—grandmother, granddaughter, and mother—give you a baby together! Ah...ah...husband...I can't take it anymore, I'm coming again!"

And so, amidst her lewd cries, I ejaculated all my semen into her anus again.

I slept very badly that night, constantly having all sorts of incoherent dreams. I woke up just as dawn broke, and I saw her still fast asleep, naked, so I went to the bathroom alone and took a quick shower. When I returned to the bedroom and changed my clothes to get ready for work, I saw her struggling to get out of bed.

As I put on my socks, I said to her, "Sleep a little longer, it's only seven o'clock."

She said sleepily, "I'll make you breakfast."

I went over, kissed her forehead, and gently helped her back to bed, saying, "No need, someone at my company will buy me breakfast. You should sleep a little longer."

Afraid she'd insist, and also worried she'd be too tired, I quickly opened the door and left the bedroom before she could say anything more. I originally wanted to close the door behind me, but when I turned back and saw her naked sleeping position, I changed my mind. Instead of closing the door, I left it completely open before leaving.

As usual, back at the company, another busy day began. Strangely enough, I felt like I suddenly became much younger, with a strange, familiar feeling, like I was back in the days when I first met my wife and started dating her!

Before lunchtime, I had already called her twice. In the afternoon, I called again.

I had originally planned to rush back to see her after work, but then the Qingdao branch called, saying there were some problems, and the big boss wanted me to go there that night to handle them. Reluctantly, I called her again, saying the company needed me to go to Qingdao immediately, and I might not be back for eight or ten days. During the call, we tearfully told each other to be careful.

That

very evening, I flew to Qingdao. What should have been a ten-day task was completed in an astonishing five days. The big boss, unaware of my ulterior motives for working so hard, even offered me a two-week vacation!

I called Yulan to tell her about this unexpected windfall, and she was equally delighted. So, after handing over the remaining tasks, I immediately left Qingdao and returned to Guangzhou.

As the saying goes, "absence makes the heart grow fonder." When I returned to see her, she was exceptionally warm and welcoming. I had originally intended to take them out for dinner, but she firmly objected, insisting on cooking for me herself. Seeing her enthusiasm, I reluctantly agreed. I

noticed the refrigerator was overflowing with food, seasonings, and other daily necessities; in just a few days, she had transformed the place into a truly "homey" space.

I watched her busily washing vegetables and chopping meat in the kitchen. Her son, Erniu, was hiding in his room, playing with the toys I'd bought for him from Qingdao. I watched TV for a while, but it wasn't very interesting, so I went to the kitchen to watch her cook.

She was wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck shirt and a pink floral maxi skirt. Because her nipples were particularly large, anyone could tell at a glance she wasn't wearing a bra. As she cooked, her two large breasts swayed back and forth, and I couldn't resist walking over, crossing my arms, and hugging her tightly from behind, while simultaneously rubbing her breasts.

She laughed and struggled a couple of times, saying, "My dear young master, stop it! I'm busy, or I'll burn the food."

I ignored her and continued rubbing her breasts through her clothes. Soon she stopped resisting and let me grope her! I rubbed her for a while, then, taking advantage of the situation, I slowly moved my hand down until I reached the waistband of her skirt, and then slipped my hand inside.

I touched it casually and was horrified to find that the area I touched was incredibly slippery! The place that should have been covered in pubic hair was now completely barren, a veritable wasteland! Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked her, "How did this happen?"

She gently wiggled her bottom, half-jokingly trying to shake off my hand, and said, "You still ask? It's all your fault. That day you got candles in your hands that people couldn't wash off, so I had to... had to shave them off. Don't you like it?"

I grinned and said, "It's best to shave them off. I already found them inconvenient, and I was planning to shave them all off for you. By the way, after you shaved them off, did Erniu like them? How many times have you two played together these past few days?"

I heard her give a soft "hmm" through her nostrils and say, "You always ask me these kinds of questions!"

I said, "What is it? Tell me."

She seemed determined, refusing to say anything no matter how much I pressed her. I had no choice but to continue caressing her private parts. I slowly moved my hand down until my fingers touched her labia. Then I used my fingers to tease her labia and clitoris. Occasionally, I would tug at her labia and flick her clitoris.

She didn't resist at all, and even cooperated by spreading her legs wider to make it easier for me to play with her vulva. I felt her vaginal opening becoming increasingly wet, and I couldn't help but feel aroused. So I bent my palm, making my fingers into a crane's beak shape, and then inserted them into her vagina, using my fingers to penetrate her!

She faced the gas stove, cooking while letting me insert my hand into her vagina. It seemed as if nothing was happening, but her movements while cooking were noticeably less agile than before! She finally finished cooking the dish of braised yellow croaker with vinegar, her face flushed and panting, and said, "Have some food... okay?"

I thrust in and out a couple more times, and only after my urge to masturbate had subsided did I pull my hand away. Originally, I wanted to turn on the tap, wash my hands clean, and then eat, but when I saw the plate of Yunnan boiled pork on the counter, I immediately changed my mind.

With my hand, still wet with her juices, I grabbed a small piece of meat and brought it to her mouth, saying with ill intent, "You've worked hard, here, try it, is it good?"

She glanced at me first, then slowly opened her mouth, letting me put the meat in. She chewed the meat and swallowed it, looking at me with a very puzzled expression as she saw my hand still near her mouth. I pouted at her, gesturing for her to lick my fingers clean too. She hesitated for a moment, but obediently took each of my fingers, covered in my semen, into her mouth one by one. I watched as she licked each finger clean, then, satisfied, washed her hands and went to eat dinner.

She was a pretty good cook; three dishes and a soup, with fish, vegetables, and meat. The only downside was that she was busy taking care of her son during the meal, so she wasn't as attentive to me.

After dinner, she busied herself clearing the dishes. I took a can of beer from the refrigerator, sat on the sofa in the living room, and read the newspaper while drinking. As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lustful desires." I noticed I'd almost finished the can of beer in my hand, while she was still busy in the kitchen, seemingly preoccupied with something. I couldn't resist calling out to her, "Are you done yet?"

Then, I saw her come out of the kitchen wearing an apron. As she took off her apron, she said to me, "Almost done. I'll bathe Erniu first, and then come keep you company after I've put him to sleep."

Hearing her say she was going to bathe her son, I immediately had a bright idea. I casually said to her, "Then hurry up."

She nodded and went into her son's bedroom. I sat on the sofa, vaguely hearing her calling her son to bathe from inside the room, and then I saw her leading her son out of the room and heading towards the bathroom in the living room.

I said to her, "Take him to the bathroom in our room to shower! There's not much hot water in the living room."

She, unsuspecting, agreed, "Okay," and led her son into our bedroom.

I watched them go in, then quickly finished the can of beer in my hand. Afterwards, I went outside our bedroom and waited a while until I heard water running from the bathroom before confidently walking in, loudly asking, "What's wrong? Is the water hot enough?"

As soon as I entered, I saw Erniu standing naked in the bathtub, and Yulan standing beside him with a bar of soap, seemingly preparing to lather her son. The boy was incredibly tall, a full head taller than his mother. Looking at his thing again, it was absolutely terrifying. Even before it was erect, it was already as thick as a baby's arm! I thought to myself, "This little bastard really lived up to his name; it really is as thick as a bull! No wonder all the women in his family can't resist sneaking around with him!"

Yulan probably hadn't guessed my real purpose for coming in. She turned around, smiled, and said to me, "Soon, almost done." Then she turned back and started lathering her son with soap.

Without saying a word, I quickly stripped off my clothes, stood in the bathtub, and asked Erniu with a grin, "Erniu, Uncle will shower with you, okay?"

Erniu said stupidly, "Okay."

Looking at Feng Yulan, she obviously knew what I wanted to do. She looked at me with a strange expression, unsure of what to do. I know the key to success or failure lies in how I handle this moment. So I quickly put my hand on her shoulder and soothed her gently, saying, "You and I aren't strangers, what's there to be shy about?"

I paused, and seeing that she remained silent and seemed unresponsive, I continued, "Think about it, unless you don't plan to be with me! Otherwise, we have a long future ahead of us. It's not right for you and Erniu to be treating me like an outsider behind my back. Why don't we all be more open-minded and live happily as a family? Wouldn't that be better?"

She seemed to have something to say but couldn't bring herself to say it. She stared at me for a while with flickering eyes before sighing and saying, "Don't be heartless to me in the future!"

After she finished speaking, she put down the bar of soap in her hand, as if she had a thousand words to say, but then looked at me again, hesitant to speak. Then, standing in front of me and her son, she began to take off her clothes, one by one.

In my life, I've slept with quite a few women. But this was the first time I'd ever been with a woman while another man was with her. Especially since they were mother and son; the thrill was indescribable.

So, after Yulan took off all her clothes, seeing the two of them standing naked together, my penis immediately became erect!

Yulan, like me, was probably preoccupied with her own thoughts, so neither of us spoke. For a moment, the bathroom was quiet, the atmosphere very awkward. Thankfully, that silly boy Erniu suddenly burst into laughter, breaking the awkward silence.

I saw him clapping his hands and laughing loudly, saying, "Ha...ha...so Uncle Ke's penis can get hard on its own!"

I smiled and asked him, "Yes, does your penis get hard on its own?"

He grinned innocently and said, "Sometimes it does, sometimes it only gets hard when Grandma or Mom eats it."

I continued to ask him, "Do you like them eating your penis?"

Without thinking, he... He answered me, "I like it."

I said, "Then do you prefer Grandma or Mom to eat your penis?"

This time he thought for a while before answering, "I prefer Grandma to eat my penis. But I like playing train rides and tunnel rides with Mom more."

I asked him, "Why?"

He said, "When Grandma plays train rides and tunnel rides, she always likes to stick her fingers into my butt, which hurts. So it's not fun. But I..." "I love it when my grandma eats chicken. She eats both my big and small pee while she's eating it. It's so funny."

I didn't quite understand, so I asked him again, "What do you mean by big pee? Small pee? Are there different sizes of pee?"

He said, "The yellow, watery stuff that comes out is big pee, and the white, gooey stuff that sprays out is small pee." Then, he scratched his head and asked me, "Uncle Du, don't you know how to pee?"

I suddenly realized what he meant and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "Yes, yes, of course Uncle can pee."

I turned to Yulan and said, "Looks like my mother-in-law is even more amazing than you!"

She blushed and looked embarrassed, picked up the bar of soap next to the bathtub and said, "My young masters, please stop talking and go take a bath!" After saying that, she got into the bathtub herself. Then, they each lathered me and Erniu with soap and washed us.

Old Chicken—6

She helped us wash before starting to wash herself. I saw her breasts swaying back and forth as she lathered with soap, and I couldn't resist pulling her into a passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwined, and we kissed for a while. Afterwards, I reached out and touched her vaginal opening, finding it wasn't very wet. However, I couldn't wait any longer, so I let go of her and gestured for her to turn around.

She turned as I instructed, facing away from me and towards her son. I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Give Erniu a kiss too!"

She seemed hesitant, so I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward, gently touching her nipples to her son's breasts. She remained frozen, and just as I was about to push her forward a little more, I heard her whisper to her son, "Erniu, be good, kiss Mommy like Uncle does."

Her son, Erniu, that little rascal, you could say he's stupid, but he's not entirely stupid. He actually kissed his mother quite skillfully! The two of them embraced each other's naked bodies tightly, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. As they kissed, I don't know when, but Yulan's hand was now grasping Erniu's penis, and she was constantly masturbating him! She seemed very intoxicated, occasionally letting out a few soft moans from deep within her throat.

I reached out and touched her vaginal opening again, and found it had suddenly become a vast ocean! When she kissed me before, although it was a little wet, it wasn't this intense. Strangely enough, I felt no anger whatsoever; on the contrary, I was quite pleased with her physical reaction.

I let them continue their passionate kissing in front of me for a minute or two, then slapped her hard on the buttocks and said, "Bend over, lift your buttocks."

I watched as she placed her hands on her son, her body slowly arching into a right angle, her head and back gradually lowering until they were parallel to her son's lower abdomen, while her buttocks slowly approached me. I then gripped my penis tightly, pressed it against her vaginal opening, and rubbed it back and forth. I kept stimulating her labia with the head of my penis, but I didn't make any penetration.

She waited for a while, probably wondering why I was still standing there. So, she tilted her head to see what I was up to. I gestured to her with the corner of my mouth, indicating that she should give her son oral sex for me.

I saw her turn her head back, but due to the angle, I could only see part of her face. I vaguely saw her close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and suck her son's glans into her mouth! Then I saw her head bobbing up and down, giving her son oral sex with slurping sounds.

I was extremely excited and couldn't resist immediately mounting her, thrusting my penis into her vagina. But as soon as I started, I realized that due to the angle, I couldn't clearly watch them perform oral sex while having sex with her. To see clearly, I had to lean my upper body outwards and tilt my head. Unfortunately, this position was too tiring, and after trying to watch like that for a while, I couldn't take it anymore!

So, I had to have sex with her for a while and then watch her perform oral sex from the side. The physical exertion was immense, but it was also much more stimulating than usual. Since I ejaculated inside her quickly, I didn't feel particularly tired afterward.

I placed my hands on her back, took a few breaths, and rested for a while. I felt my penis gradually soften and slowly slide out of her vagina.

I stepped out of the bathtub and sat on the toilet to rest. Turning my head, I saw her spitting out her son's penis, and she was also looking back at me. I saw that her gaze was unfocused, her face flushed, her nostrils and mouth slightly opening and closing, and her teeth clenched tightly—it was clear she wasn't "satisfied" yet!

I grabbed two towels and tossed one to her, saying, "Here, dry yourself off. Then take Erniu to our bed." Without waiting for her to say anything more, I dried myself with the towel and left the bathroom.

A moment later, the three of us—the mother and son—were standing naked by the bed. I lay down on the right side of the bed first. Looking up at the mother and son

, I saw Erniu's penis. After his mother had blow-dried it, it was almost twice the size I remembered! The glans was like a tiny orange, and the shaft was as thick as sugarcane! I secretly compared it to my own and felt a pang of unease. The only consolation was that it was probably too large to fully engorge. Therefore, although I, this old bird, am much smaller, it seems I'm still the stronger one in terms of backbone.

I looked at Feng Yulan again; she pointed to the bed with one hand and gently nudged her son with the other, saying, "Good boy, lie down on the bed." Then, the mother and son lay down beside me. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she slept in the middle, with Erniu and me flanking her on either side.

None of the three of us moved, lying there blankly for a while. Finally, I couldn't resist and nudged her shoulder, signaling her to play with her son for me.

Originally, I thought she would be reserved, but she went too far with her submission. Without any foreplay, she turned around and, in a swift, clumsy move, knelt on her son.

Immediately afterward, I heard Erniu yell, "Waaah...waaah...the train is going through a tunnel!" At the same time, I felt the whole bed suddenly shake! When I looked down, she was already sitting between Erniu's legs, her buttocks swaying back and forth like a rower!

I cursed inwardly, "Oh no!"

I had originally decided that since I couldn't fully witness their oral sex in the bathroom earlier, I would watch their incestuous intercourse from beginning to end this time. To my surprise, the two of them immediately started shooting arrows and engaging in real combat as soon as they entered the arena, preventing me from seeing the most exciting moment of penetration!

I really wanted to ask them to start over, but then I thought, after all, this was the first time they had done this in front of me, and I was afraid that if I made too many demands, it might ruin the atmosphere. Just as I was wondering what to do, I suddenly heard Yulan cry out in surprise, and then I saw her stand up from Erniu's back, looking very nervous.

Seeing her tense expression, I was startled and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

She turned to look at me and said, "I...I'm in my fertile period today, and I forgot to put a condom on him."

I took the opportunity to stand up, half-squatting and half-kneeling, and kissed her cheek, saying, "Forgot? It's okay, what's the big deal? I just ejaculated inside you too, and besides, what are the chances of him getting pregnant so easily!"

She blushed and said, "Of course I'm not afraid of yours, but what if...what if he got pregnant? How could I face anyone then?"

As the saying goes, "A word to the wise is enough to awaken a dreamer." It would have been better if she hadn't said anything; now, hearing her words, I was even more eager to see her own son pregnant!

I suppressed a laugh, lest she see through my intentions, and pretended to reassure her, saying, "It's okay, don't think too much about it. Come on, listen to me and sit back down." To avoid any unforeseen complications and to give her time to reconsider, I quickly placed my hands on her shoulders, pressing her towards her son's thighs.

At first, she shook her head and insisted on getting a condom. However, after a few more words of reassurance and a slight increase in pressure, she finally obediently sat back down on her son's penis.

This time, I was smarter; as soon as I felt her body sinking down, I quickly knelt down, tilting my head and pressing my face against the bed. Therefore, I finally saw clearly the most wonderful moment when her son's thing entered her vagina!

Because Erniu's penis was quite thick, when it entered his mother's vagina, the outer labia were also pulled into the vagina. Yulan sat upright on her son's penis, without making any big up-and-down movements. I saw her sway her buttocks back and forth, about ten or twenty times, and then slowly leaned her body forward until her right nipple was close to Erniu's mouth.

That little bastard Erniu must have done it with his mother in this position before. He doesn't need any instructions; he just knows how to suck his mother's nipple into his mouth. I saw Erniu sucking on his mother's nipple with great enthusiasm. I watched him suckle, lick, and even bite down on his mother's dark nipple with his white teeth, pulling it forward hard, stretching Yulan's already long and large nipple even longer.

Logically, Erniu biting her nipple with such force should have hurt her. But I saw Yulan looking quite pleased, not only seemingly without any pain, but also leaning back slightly, as if she felt her nipple hadn't been stretched long enough by her son! I couldn't resist bringing my mouth to her other nipple, and like Erniu, I bit down hard and pulled it forward with all my might. Erniu and I, each on one side, seemed to be having a competition to see who could pull Yulan's nipple longer.

After all, my posture was at a disadvantage. I was kneeling, one hand on the bed, leaning to the side and tilting my head to reach her nipple, so my neck and back quickly started to ache. So I decided to move to a more advantageous position to rejoin the battle.

I crawled to the foot of the bed and saw Yulan pressing her buttocks firmly against Erniu's thighs, her two buttocks and the round, large, dark brown anus in the middle swaying rhythmically. Looking at Erniu's penis again, it was completely buried inside his mother's vagina, with only the scrotum sticking out. I watched for a while, then decided it wasn't very interesting. So I stood up and walked towards the head of the bed, intending to see if a higher vantage point would be better.

Because Yulan was shaking the bed quite violently, it took me a while to get to the head of the bed. I carefully stepped over Erniu's head and stood steadily in front of Yulan. I looked down at her and found that her mouth was not far from the head of my penis. I saw a few beads of sweat on her forehead, an expression of ecstasy on her face, and her mouth wide open. I couldn't help but shove my penis into her mouth!

She cooperated by taking my penis into her mouth and giving me a few blowjobs, which I thought was pretty good. So I grabbed her hair with both hands and said, "Don't move, just open your mouth wide."

After saying that, I grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth with my penis! I don't know if it was because I was completely in control, or because I had seen their incestuous sex, but the feeling of giving her oral sex was quite good! I grabbed her hair and kept thrusting my penis in and out of her mouth. Strangely enough, I felt like I was about to ejaculate soon. I increased the speed of fucking her mouth and thrust in and out dozens more times. Then I felt my glans and urethral opening automatically release. My whole body trembled a few times, and I had already ejaculated into her mouth!

I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that she had her right hand bent into a disc shape, probably trying to spit the semen in her mouth onto her palm. On a whim, I quickly grabbed her hand and tentatively said, "Don't spit it out! Keep it in your mouth while kissing Erniu."

I didn't think she would necessarily do as I said. But to my surprise, she not only obeyed, but also pressed her lips to Erniu's, actually keeping a mouthful of my semen in her mouth while kissing her son. She even deliberately turned her head slightly to the side so I could see her spitting my semen into her son's mouth!

She had just spat some semen into Erniu's mouth when she saw him turn his head away, shouting, "I don't want to eat it..."

Yulan then turned her son's face back, swallowing my semen as she said in a muffled voice, "Erniu, be good, if you eat it, Mommy will let you pee, okay?"

Erniu seemed very happy, opening his mouth wide and saying, "Don't lie to me!"

Yulan glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally, then lowered her head, bringing her mouth to Erniu's saliva. She slowly spat the mixture of my semen and her own saliva into her son's mouth, mouthful after mouthful.

Erniu slurped down the mixture of my semen and his mother's saliva, making slurping sounds. Watching Yulan feed her son my semen with her mouth, I felt a strange, strange sensation. I found it incredibly stimulating, but on the other hand, I was also afraid, vaguely sensing that I was perverted and wondering if I was sick! Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a bit weak.

So

, I slowly stepped over Erniu again, half-lying on my side on the bed, watching the mother and son's incestuous intercourse while resting.

I saw Yulan sitting on her son's penis, her buttocks swaying back and forth. She bent over, pressing her large breasts tightly against her son's chest, her buttocks slightly raised, her head tilted back, her whole body tense, panting, saying in a sound that was both a hiss and a moan: "Mmm...mmm...Erniu, Mommy can't take it anymore! Ah...ah...Mommy will let you be on top!"

Hearing this, Erniu immediately hugged his mother, and without any apparent effort, he flipped her over completely, pinning Yulan, who had been sitting on top, to the bottom. Most remarkably, throughout the entire act, the mother and son's genitals remained tightly connected, perfectly coordinated. I couldn't help but admire Feng Yulan, as a mother, for truly "raising her son well!"

Erniu's sexual prowess is simply astonishing! Watching him fuck his mother's genitals, it's less like a flesh-and-blood body and more like a human pile driver. His desperate, "fist-to-flesh" approach, coupled with his goofy smile, makes it seem like he's about to take her life.

For a moment, the sounds of "slap, slap" filled the air, along with Erniu's silly laughter and, of course, Yulan's moans, creating a lively cacophony.

I sat up a little straighter and saw that Yulan's genitals were being penetrated so much by her son that the inner flesh was turned inside out. Her shaved pubic hair and mons pubis were bruised and swollen, and her vaginal opening was noticeably swollen. Even as a spectator, I felt a sense of dread.

And so, I watched Erniu thrust wildly into his mother for about half an hour, until Yulan was drenched in sweat and covered in goosebumps, her moans silenced, replaced only by the sound of her panting. Finally, he roared, "Mom, I need to pee!" After

Erniu ejaculated, he didn't care about anything else, and with a "puss," he pulled his penis out of his mother's vagina. Then, he immediately collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep within seconds!

When he pulled his penis out, Yulan seemed to feel pain; I heard her let out a soft "ah," and her eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened. I saw her frown and reach down to touch her vaginal opening, as if in great pain. So, I gently stroked her hair and said, "What's wrong? Does it hurt? I didn't expect Erniu to be so amazing!"

Yulan suddenly showed a sad smile and said, "In this respect, he's just like his father."

Hearing her say that, I naturally felt uneasy. She noticed something was off about my expression and realized she'd said the wrong thing, so she quickly continued, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you. Maybe I'm more like my mom, we both...we both want more, so..."

I said, "I'm not angry, I'm just a little envious of how amazing Erniu is."

She grabbed my hand, rested her cheek on my palm, and said, "I'm not lying, you're actually amazing too! Every time you get...you still want more, it seems like nothing's enough, that's why...that's why you and Erniu..."

I smiled and said, "In this world, there are..." Some people are greedy for money, others for fame. It's just human nature, there's nothing wrong with that. It's rare that Erniu can satisfy you so well; I found it quite exciting watching you two do it! I don't object to you seeking him out when you need him, but seeing you looking so exhausted from his ministrations hurts my heart.”

My words seemed to touch her deeply. She kissed my palm a few times and said with great emotion, “You're so good to me! Even Erniu's father isn't as good to me as you are!” She paused, then suddenly blushed and whispered, “Actually, I like… I like it when people are a little rougher and more forceful with me during sex!”

I was both surprised and delighted, even happier than if my boss had doubled my salary! I thought, "These days are going to be awesome!"

Suddenly, I felt her gently pat me. I snapped out of my daze and saw her pointing with a half-smile at the box of tissues on the bedside table, saying, "There are no candles today. If you don't bring some tissues, you'll have them all over the bed and you won't be able to sleep!"

I laughed and handed her a stack of tissues. I watched as she used her thumb and forefinger to widen her vaginal opening a little, and then I saw her lower abdomen contract slightly a couple of times. Soon after, some white liquid slowly flowed from her vagina! I knew it was her son's semen, her own son's semen!

A satisfied smile crept onto my face as I secretly told myself, "I must remember to buy plenty of candles tomorrow. After all, my vacation has only just begun!"

(The End)

Old Chicken—1

My grandfather was from Shanghai, but my father wasn't sure if he was; because even my grandmother wasn't sure! However, my father said that a Mr. Du from Shanghai was quite successful, but unfortunately, his name was unlucky—"Yue Sheng" (月笙), meaning "sunshine" or "nighttime," which suggested he couldn't be in the light and had to go into the underworld. He hoped I would be like Mr. Du, wealthy and powerful, but he didn't want me to be involved in organized crime like him. So he changed my name to "Ri Sheng" (日笙), hoping I would become an official.

Unfortunately, my father married too late; I wasn't born in the Qing Dynasty era. Despite my hard work and diligence, I still couldn't find a government position. Looking back now, I feel useless and ashamed before him. The only consolation is that although I couldn't become an official, I at least became a manager; I'm now the purchasing manager of an international trading group.

As the purchasing manager of a trading company, socializing is inevitable. Besides, I don't consider myself a gentleman; on the contrary, my biggest flaw is lust. Logically, I should be very interested in prostitutes. But quite the opposite, I've never been interested in them! Every time I go to nightclubs or other entertainment venues, I always go alone and never bring a girl with me, hence the nickname "alone."

Until about six months ago, one day I was hosting some clients from South America. During the day, I took them to visit several factories, and after dinner, as usual, I took them to a nightclub. I don't know if it was because I drank too much, or if the weather was just too hot and humid that day, but after dropping them off at their hotel, I didn't want to go home immediately. So I wandered aimlessly around the hotel area.

It was almost one o'clock, and the number of pedestrians on the street was about the same as during the day, the only difference being that the white-collar women from the daytime had all transformed into sexy stunners. As I walked, several women approached me and started chatting. I was getting quite annoyed, so I turned into a small alley to avoid their chatter.

But as soon as I entered the alley, a figure darted out of the darkness. At first, I thought I'd been robbed, and the effects of the alcohol instantly vanished. I instinctively took two steps back. But I quickly realized she wasn't a robber at all, just another prostitute looking for a client. As

I calmed down, I was about to unleash a torrent of abuse when she spoke first: "Boss, you...do you want a companion? The price is up to you, and you can even spend the night with me."

Judging from her voice, she seemed quite old, and I couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn it, another prostitute, and an old one at that!" But out of curiosity, wanting to see just how old she was, I took another step back, using the streetlight to get a better look at her.

In the dim light, I saw a slender middle-aged woman, around thirty or forty years old, her long hair casually clipped back with a hairpin. She was looking down at the ribbon of her outdated floral dress, and I could vaguely see her body trembling slightly.

My attention focused on her chest, and I noticed her breasts were quite large, completely disproportionate to her petite frame. On a whim, I reached out and pressed my hand against her chest. To my surprise, she reacted quite strongly. I saw her hurriedly take a step back, letting out an "Ah!" and saying to me in a tone almost like scolding, "What do you think you're doing?"

I was both annoyed and amused, thinking, "So she's a newbie!" So, I pretended to be angry and said to her, "Miss, when you're out selling yourself, customers naturally have the right to look at the merchandise first! If you don't let me touch it, how am I supposed to know if your breasts are real or fake? Looks like you don't want to do business."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, she immediately took two steps forward and said to me in a nervous yet helpless tone, "Boss, feel it, mine... mine are definitely the real deal." This further proved that she had little experience dealing with customers.

At this point, the distance between us had closed considerably, and I could finally see her face clearly. She had an oval face, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a pointed nose, and thin lips, and looked to be around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. While not a stunning beauty, she possessed a refined appearance and a melancholic gaze, giving her a unique, pitiful beauty.

I looked her over carefully again, and a sudden thought struck me: "This woman seems refined and quite attractive. Why not just go for her and see how she is in bed? If she's good, I could easily book her. After all, almost all the girls in nightclubs are pretty but not very attractive! I can't always end up chanting 'I'm a vegetarian' every time I go out with clients."

So, I pulled out a stack of about ten... I handed her a hundred-dollar bill and said, "You look like you're new to this, so I won't take advantage of you. It'll be a thousand for the night, but let's be clear beforehand: I have quite a few requirements, so don't come back later saying this won't work or that won't do! If there are no problems, I can pay you first, and if I do a good job, I'll give you an extra tip."

She stared at the stack of bills in my hand, but didn't reach out to take it for a long time. I assumed she thought the price was too low, and I was a little annoyed, so I coldly said to her, "Ma'am, many of the girls upstairs don't even charge 800 for an overnight stay! Okay, name your price?"

She immediately replied, "No, don't misunderstand. I just wanted to make a deal with you, boss. If you want to stay overnight, could you come to my place? I... I really can't stay out all night."

I felt strange, suspecting she had ulterior motives, and was about to say, " "How could that be?"

She probably noticed my hesitation and continued, "Boss, to be honest, I have a sixteen-year-old son who has intellectual disabilities. I can't leave him alone in the hotel for too long. If it's convenient, could you please come to my place? I promise you, I... I will definitely serve you well."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, she didn't seem like someone with ulterior motives, and given my usual reckless lust, I readily agreed to go with her. However, just in case, I still called my friend at the police station to let them know and make sure it was safe.

She waited for me to finish my call before leading me through an alley and walking for about ten minutes to a rather dilapidated, third-rate hotel. I followed her inside, and immediately a guy—I couldn't tell if he was the owner or a waiter—greeted us rudely and loudly said, "You're back just in time! Next time you go out, please keep an eye on your precious son! He just stole our snacks. How are you going to settle this score?"

She apologized a dozen times, promising it wouldn't happen again. But the guy, emboldened by his words, continued his tirade, his insults growing increasingly vile! I saw her eyes redden from his nagging, almost to the point of tears. Watching

all this, I suddenly felt a strange, indescribable feeling about this middle-aged woman. I felt a strong urge to protect her, yet on the other hand, I also felt a strange urge to toy with and abuse her! In short, my feelings are somewhat conflicted, and words cannot describe them.

Looking at that guy's dog-like face, his mouthful of yellowed, blackened teeth, and the way he was viciously shoving potatoes around, I couldn't help but get angry too. I decided to stand up for her, so I deliberately pulled out a stack of bills worth about twenty or thirty thousand yuan, took out two hundred-yuan bills in front of him, and threw the money in front of him, saying, "It's just a little snack, take this and buy some more. Is that enough?"

I've seen plenty of guys like this, utterly snobbish. Seeing how generous I was, he immediately changed his attitude, becoming all smiles and thanking me several times. I was too lazy to argue with this kind of person; all I wanted to do was get back to the room with the woman as soon as possible so I could see just how well-endowed her breasts really were! So without turning back, I put my arm around her and asked her to lead me to her room.

She seemed very grateful that I had helped her out of that predicament, and led me up to her room on the second floor, asking me my surname and saying I was a very good person. I told her my surname was Du, but I wasn't a good person; she didn't seem to believe me! She had always called me boss, but after learning my surname was Du, she started calling me Master Du. I laughed and said, "I'm not that old, am I?"

So she immediately changed her address again and called me Young Master Du. I was going to ask her not to call me Young Master, but in the end I thought better of it. I also asked her what her name was, and she said it was Feng Yulan. We chatted and walked to the door, and she took out a key, bent down slightly to open it. I stood behind her and saw her buttocks slightly raised, and I couldn't help but reach out and touch them! She gasped softly, but quickly regained her composure, unlocking the door with her key. Turning back to me with a smile, she said, "Please come in. It's a simple place, please don't mind."

The room was indeed quite basic. Besides a very old double bed, there were only two dilapidated sofas barely big enough for one person to sit on. There wasn't even a television, let alone a dressing table. However, at least there was a bathroom in the room, so I didn't have to go outside to use the public one.

I went into the bathroom and saw that it actually had a toilet and a white bathtub. But they were completely Dadaist art pieces; I guessed few people in the world would enjoy them. But nothing is absolute, and there actually was someone like that appearing before me!

I saw a very tall boy wearing faded tracksuits, lying comfortably in the bathtub, completely unaffected by the old grime on it, just sleeping with his mouth wide open!

I turned to Feng Yulan, pointed at the boy in the bathtub, and asked her, "Your son? He's very tall!"

She nodded and replied, "He had a fever when he was little, which damaged his brain; now he's like a seven or eight-year-old." Then, in an almost pleading tone, she said to me, "He usually sleeps very soundly and won't wake up so quickly. It's too late, so how about letting him sleep in the bathroom? I promise he won't disturb us."

At first, I wasn't really willing to let him stay in the room, but seeing her pleading expression, I couldn't bear to refuse her. I could only make a "it's okay" gesture, indicating that I would do as she said.

She seemed relieved, forgetting to even ask me if she was going to shower, and simply closed the bathroom door. Then, as if afraid I would change my mind, she hurriedly started taking off her clothes.

Seeing her flustered state, I found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "I'm not in a hurry, why are you? Are you afraid I'll kick your son out, so you want to get rid of me as soon as possible? Ha, ha. Besides, I'm covered in sweat. Even if you don't mind my masculine smell, I can't stand it myself."

Only then did she remember that neither of us had showered, but her son was sleeping in the bathroom, and she suddenly looked at me with an expression of not knowing what to do. I thought to myself, of course, I should play the good guy to the end. Anyway, I've already paid for the sex, so there's no need to worry about spending another thousand or so. So I went up to her and gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, "It's alright, let him continue sleeping. Wait for me a moment, I'll go ask someone to book another room next door, and we'll go there to take a shower."

After I finished speaking, she suddenly leaned into my arms and said to me in a very moved tone, "Young Master Du, you're so kind! I brought Erniu from the countryside to see a doctor, but the illness wasn't cured, and we've spent all our money. We also owe the villagers a large debt. Now, going back is not an option, and not going back is also not an option. I'm really at my wit's end." "I had no other choice but to swallow my pride and sell myself. Don't laugh, but I've been standing on the street for almost twenty days now, and you're my seventh customer. None of the previous customers treated me like a human being, only you..."

Seeing her growing increasingly distressed, I hugged her tightly and comforted her, saying, "We're destined to meet today. As long as you serve me well, I promise I won't mistreat you! I'm also someone who left my hometown to earn money overseas. My wife isn't here, and I've long wanted someone to keep me company! Now it's up to you..." "Do you and I get along?"

I couldn't have been clearer, but after listening, she seemed a little incredulous and muttered to herself, "I'm almost forty, not some virgin anymore. I have a mentally challenged son, and my mother and my youngest daughter in the countryside. The four of us—how could we possibly expect anyone to take us in? I'd be grateful if we didn't starve."

I knew she was just venting her frustration, so I was even clearer and said to her, "Don't think I'm just bragging! It's true..." "Age-wise, you're not much different from me, but when looking for a partner, of course you want someone understanding and to suit your taste! To be honest, I did too much when I was younger, and now simple missionary isn't enough for me. But with so many different things, even the younger girls can't handle it, so I really want to find someone more experienced to keep me company, but unfortunately, I haven't met anyone yet."

Hearing me say this, she was probably filled with hope, so she eagerly urged me to find someone to book another room. Of course, I was also very eager to experience her skills in bed as soon as possible, so I rushed downstairs, found that repulsive guy from before, and asked him to book another room.

Money makes things easier, of course, and in just a few minutes, I had her in my arms and led her into the next room.

Old Chicken—2

I closed the door and turned around to see her standing confidently by the bed, starting to unbutton the back of her dress. She unbuttoned it slowly, glancing at me every now and then. It seemed she was observing my reaction while undressing. I gave her a thumbs up, indicating my appreciation for her movements.

Encouraged by me, she undressed even more vigorously. Soon she had taken off her dress, then her bra and panties, finally standing naked in front of me.

I walked over, intently admiring her naked body. I noticed that although she hadn't been from the countryside for long, her skin was still quite fair. Looking at her breasts again, they were indeed well-endowed, each one the size of a papaya, and the two nipples were particularly large, like two dried red dates, making one want to pinch them hard.

The pubic hair between her legs was very sparse, making her already slightly protruding mons pubis appear even fuller. The only pity was that she was, after all, middle-aged, and her lower abdomen was inevitably plump, and her muscles were somewhat loose. Also, perhaps because she had given birth to two children, her labia were rather dark; but to me, her figure was already very satisfactory.

I was a complete connoisseur, just lustfully admiring her naked body, and occasionally touching and pinching her body here and there, indulging in caressing her. She cooperated readily with my caresses until I felt I'd had my fill, at which point she began to undress me.

She folded my clothes neatly and then softly asked, "Would you like to shower first? Or... or should we shower together?"

I smiled and pulled her into the bathroom, answering her question with my actions.

The bathroom facilities in this room were much better than her previous one. However, I was still very reluctant to shower standing in the bathtub. So, we stood on the edge of the tub, hastily washing each other's private parts, thus completing our pre-shower ritual.

After leaving the bathroom, I lay down on the bed first and saw her gesture as if asking if I wanted the light turned off. I shook my head, indicating that I didn't need to turn it off. Then, she took a pack of condoms from her pocket, held it out to me, and asked, "Shall I help you put it on?"

I snatched the condom away and threw it forcefully onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Then, looking at her, I smiled and said, "I want to do it for real!"

She seemed a little surprised, and blushed slightly, saying, "Aren't you...aren't you afraid I'll get dirty?"

I hugged her and gently kissed her cheek, saying, "No! What about you? Are you afraid I won't be clean?"

She didn't answer, but showed it through her actions. I saw her slowly bend down, open her mouth, and take my penis into her mouth.

I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and enjoyed her oral service. Unfortunately, her oral sex skills weren't very good. She seemed to sense that I didn't appreciate her skills, so she kept glancing at my reaction as she performed the service.

I knew she was trying very hard and putting her heart into it. To avoid hurting her enthusiasm, I let her perform the service for more than ten minutes. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and told her to stop.

I turned over and lay face down on the bed, raising my buttocks slightly, saying, "Come on, lick my asshole!"

She seemed hesitant at first, but soon she pressed her face against my buttocks, and I felt her tongue, massaging my anus with the tip of her tongue!

The sensation was so much better than before! I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mmm...mmm, so good! Put your tongue in a little further!"

I knew that not every woman could accept anal licking, but she was so obedient, licking as I asked. Just for that alone, the thousand dollars was well worth it! I felt her warm tongue moving in and out of my anus, an indescribable pleasure, an indescribable stimulation. Before long, my penis naturally became engorged and erect. She licked me for about four or five minutes until I was satisfied and told her to stop.

I turned over and lay flat on the bed again, gesturing for her to sit. She very sensibly straddled my legs, holding my penis with one hand, aligning it with her vaginal opening, and then sat down hard. In an instant, my entire penis was deeply inserted into her body, the glans and scrotum completely enveloped by her vaginal walls!

I saw her legs spread wide, her buttocks pressed against my thighs, her clitoris and my pubic hair sticking tightly together as if kissing! I couldn't help but thrust my hips upward with all my might, wishing I could stuff my scrotum into her vagina as well. She seemed to be in a little pain from my thrusts. She frowned, took a deep breath, and then began to exert force with her thighs, her buttocks rising and falling dramatically, performing a "lotus position" thrusting motion for me!

In this position, I hardly needed to exert any effort, and I could penetrate very deeply, pulling out completely with each thrust—the feeling was indescribably wonderful. But for Feng Yulan, who was sitting on top of me, it wasn't so easy; she could only use her legs and vagina to bear her own weight and the force of each thrust. Therefore, she quickly became exhausted and had to bend over, supporting herself with her hands on the headboard to relieve the pressure.

I watched her large breasts, hanging down her chest like two papayas, getting closer and closer to my face, especially her two thick, dark nipples, which swayed back and forth in front of my eyes; occasionally brushing against the tip of my nose, it felt a little itchy. So I moved my head up slightly and then took one into my mouth.

At that moment, it felt like I was holding a grape. Perhaps because it was so unusually large, no matter how much I licked and sucked it, it remained soft and showed no sign of hardening with stimulation. The more I sucked, the more interesting it became, and I even started to gently bite it with my teeth. Perhaps without realizing it, I bit her nipple harder and harder, and I heard her soft cry of pain.

I felt increasingly excited. Her piston-like movements on my penis felt good, but the rhythm and speed weren't entirely within my control, no longer satisfying me. So, I released her nipple and said, "Come on, let's change positions."

She slowly stood up as I instructed, then lay face down on the bed with her buttocks facing upwards. Originally, I intended to give her a "cartback" position, but as I squatted behind her, preparing to insert my penis into her vagina, I suddenly changed my mind.

Because her buttocks were raised, her two buttocks naturally parted, fully exposing her dark brown anus to me. I cursed myself inwardly: "How stupid! Why didn't I think of going through her back door? Leaving such a good asshole untouched, where's the justice?"

I spat on my penis and pressed the head of my penis against her anus. She must have realized what I was about to do; she turned her head to look at me and whispered, "Young Master Du, you…you need to be gentle." Then she immediately turned her head back, pressing her face tightly against the pillow, completely submissive.

Seeing her so compliant, I was overjoyed. I quickly gripped my hard penis with one hand, placed the other on her buttocks, and pushed forward with all my might. With a scream from her, my entire penis was fully inserted into her anus!

At first, I was somewhat tender-hearted, slowly thrusting my penis in and out. As I fucked her anus, I listened to her breathing become increasingly rapid, feeling her anus gradually tighten; seeing her skin crawling with goosebumps, her body trembling more and more violently, I felt incredibly aroused!

Later, the bestiality buried deep within me was completely awakened. All I wanted was to ravage and abuse her! There was no longer any tenderness or compassion. My thrusts into her anus became increasingly brutal, each one more forceful than the last, like a pile driver, every thrust an absolute all-out effort!

I don't know how long I'd been going at it, but I kept hearing her panting and pleading, "Ah...ah...be gentle! Please don't be so rough...it's so hard! Oh...oh...please have mercy on me! Oh...oh...Young Master Du, I really can't take it anymore!"

As her pleas grew more and more desperate, I was nearing my climax. I was afraid she really couldn't take it anymore, and if she started moving or struggling at my most crucial moment, disrupting my rhythm, wouldn't all my efforts be wasted? So, I pressed forward as if riding a horse, grabbing her hair with one hand and slapping her buttocks hard with the other, saying, "Ugh...ugh...be good and don't move, it'll be over soon!"

As soon as I finished speaking, my whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, and I involuntarily shuddered a few times. Then, hot semen gushed from the tip of my penis, like a volcanic eruption, injecting deep into her anus.

After ejaculating, I gestured for her to get me a cigarette from my clothes. Seeing her limping as she walked, her buttocks clenched tightly, I felt a little guilty and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

She handed me the cigarette and gently shook her head.

I lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, and gently patted the bed, gesturing for her to lie down. Then, with one arm around her, I said while smoking, "Believe it or not, I haven't felt this satisfied in a long time! But I hurt you, I..."

She pressed her hand to my mouth, stopping me from continuing, and then buried her face in my chest, saying, "I'm fine. Seeing you happy makes me happy too."

I stroked her hair and said, "I think you shouldn't stand on the street anymore. Tomorrow I'll find you and your son a better place to live. You can move there, and I'll come see you whenever I have time, okay?"

Hearing her softly say, "Whatever you say," I felt very satisfied. So, I put out my cigarette and fell asleep with her in my arms.

When I woke up, I looked at my watch; it was almost seven o'clock. Before leaving, we made love again standing up in the bathroom. Back at the company, I was busy with two meetings until after 3 PM when I finally had some free time. During my break, I asked my secretary to give me the key to the company-assigned dormitory room. I also instructed her to arrange a car so I could pick up Feng Yulan and her son as soon as I finished work. I had originally wanted to call her first, but I didn't have the hotel number and had forgotten its name, so I had to give up.

By the time everything was arranged, it was past 6 PM, and I immediately drove to the hotel where Feng Yulan was staying.

When she opened the door, I saw her holding a lunchbox, chasing her son around the room, feeding him. The lunchbox contained only a few yellowed, old vegetables and two thin slices of fatty pork. Even a dog wouldn't necessarily eat that, let alone a person.

Speaking of her son, I really felt sorry for her. Last night, due to various reasons, I didn't get a good look at him, but now he actually looks alright, and remarkably, he has an athletic physique—tall and strong. It's just a pity he's mentally challenged.

I vaguely remembered Feng Yulan mentioning her son's name was Erniu, so I went up to him and said, "Erniu, why are you being disobedient? You won't eat when Mom feeds you."

Erniu looked at me, pointed to the lunchbox in his mother's hand, and said, "Those vegetables are so bitter, I don't like them!"

I turned around and said to Feng Yulan, who was standing behind me, in a slightly scolding tone, "And you, how could you buy this kind of stuff to eat! You should have used the money I gave you yesterday. I already said I would pick you up today, what are you afraid of?"

She seemed very aggrieved, lowered her head, and whispered, " "I thought you were joking, I never thought you'd actually come!"

I said to her sincerely, "It's hard to blame you, even I can't completely trust a stranger. But as time goes by, you'll see I'm a man of my word." After saying that, I took the lunchbox from her hand, casually threw it into the trash can, and continued, "Come on, pack your things, we'll go have dinner first, and then take you to your new home."

Although she didn't say anything, I knew from her eyes and the way she packed her things that she must be very happy. Her and her son's luggage was as simple as their place, and they finished packing in no time. After calculating the hotel rent, I took them to a restaurant I knew well, booked a VIP room, ordered a table full of dishes, and opened a bottle of red wine. We ate and drank until we were drunk and full before I took them to my dormitory.

The

dormitory was assigned to me by my company; it wasn't very big, with only two rooms. Since I had another place to live, the dormitory had been vacant, but it was cleaned weekly, so it was ready to move in immediately without any tidying up.

After settling them in and giving them my phone number and a few thousand yuan in cash, I prepared to leave. She seemed surprised that I wouldn't stay the night, and asked me, puzzled, "You...you're leaving? Is your wife waiting for you at home?"

I shook my head and smiled, saying, "No, my wife is with my mother back in our hometown; she didn't come with me." I reached out and touched her breast, continuing with a grin, "I have a lot of work to do at the company tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't sleep well if I stay!"

I didn't know if she was scared because of the unfamiliar place or genuinely didn't want me to leave, but she held my hand tightly, refusing to let me go. Unable to resist her persistence, I finally agreed to stay. She was overjoyed and insisted on preparing bathwater for me, saying she would help me to bed.

I said I wasn't in a hurry to sleep and suggested she check on her son first, and then help me after he fell asleep. She said it was fine, her son would fall asleep by himself, and insisted on taking a bath with me!

In the bathroom, it was a completely different story. She had me stand in the bathtub, and she expertly lathered my entire body with soap, especially when she washed my penis. The technique and pressure she used were simply masterful!

I couldn't help but sigh in pleasure, and I reached out and gently pinched her cheek, half-jokingly, half-praising, "Strange, how come I didn't notice last night that you're so good at washing people down there? Much better than your oral skills. Ha...ha...did you practice when you were washing your son? If so, then you might as well practice your mouth a bit more; your blowjob skills aren't quite there yet."

As the saying goes, "What is said without malice may be taken to heart!" I was only saying that in a joking manner.

To my surprise, she blurted out, "So you're just like Erniu, you don't like me using my mouth..." Then, her expression changed, probably realizing she'd let something slip, and she looked embarrassed, desperately trying to salvage the situation by saying, "When I help him bathe, I don't touch him there! I..."

This kind of "protesting too much" trick had no chance of fooling me. I knew there must be some hidden story behind it all. To get her to reveal the secret, I decided to play hard to get. Pretending not to notice the flaws in her words, I said seriously, "Let me teach you. When you suck, use your tongue more. Your mouth is too tight. Like last night, I only sucked a few times before your teeth hit me and it hurt a little."

She probably thought I hadn't noticed, and her expression relaxed considerably. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try it next time." " Let's see."

Then, I chatted with her for a long time about all sorts of things, until she helped me rinse off the soap suds. I was sure she was completely relaxed when I suddenly asked her, "By the way, when you were giving Erniu a blowjob, did he ejaculate in your mouth?"

She wasn't prepared for my trick and fell right into it. Without thinking, she answered, "Only once." She immediately realized she'd been tricked, but it was too late. Her face flushed, and she quickly changed the subject, saying, "Didn't you say you had a lot to do tomorrow? Let me dry you off. Go to sleep!"

I stared at her with ill intent, grinning, "I don't want to sleep now! Tell me, how did it feel when you were giving him a blowjob?" She fled the bathroom, looking incredibly embarrassed; of course, I wasn't going to let her off so easily. Seeing her run out of the bathroom, jump onto the bed, and hide under the covers, I followed her in. Under the covers, I started groping her all over, tickling her relentlessly, persistently pressing her about her relationship with her son. She couldn't withstand my combined soft and hard tactics, her relentless pursuit finally yielding the whole story.

It turns out that Feng Yulan married her husband at a very young age. Her husband, surnamed Chen, was a very honest and hardworking farmer.

She gave birth to Erniu. Erniu was originally a twin, but the firstborn died at birth, leaving only a son. Although the couple was heartbroken, they were content that one of them could be saved, and given the government's strong push for the one-child policy at the time, they had no plans to have another child. However, when Erniu

was eight years old, he suffered a serious illness, his brain was damaged by a fever, and his intellectual development stagnated, remaining at the level of a seven or eight-year-old. The couple was naturally devastated, so her husband decided to try for another child. After finally raising enough money to pay the fine, they were shocked to find that the baby was a daughter. Her husband, both angry and desperate, mistakenly drank pesticide instead of alcohol on their daughter's one-month celebration, abandoning them and passing away.

She was already struggling to care for two children alone. Later, her mother persuaded her to sell the farmland and house her husband had left behind and move back to her parents' home. She thought that since her mother also lived alone, they could support each other. So she sold the land and house and moved back to her parents' home with her two children.

For several years, the four of them—grandmother, granddaughter, mother, and children—lived together peacefully, though life was tough. Until a little over a month ago, their lives changed.

It turned out that her son, Erniu, although his intellectual development remained at a childhood level, was physically perfectly normal—almost abnormally so. However, due to his intellectual disability, Erniu required constant care from his mother, including bathing, feeding, dressing, and sometimes even toileting. Therefore, compared to other mothers, Feng Yulan was intimately familiar with her son's entire developmental process.

Several months ago, she had already noticed something strange about Erniu; during bath time, he would occasionally grope her! At first, she didn't think much of it, but last month, when she was washing Erniu's penis and preparing to wash other parts of his body, Erniu suddenly held his penis in one hand, grinned foolishly, and said to her, "Hehe...Mom, look, it doesn't need to be eaten, it gets bigger by itself. Aren't I amazing!"

Hearing her son say this, Feng Yulan sensed something was wrong, so she deliberately asked Erniu, "That place is for peeing, who said you can eat it with your mouth?"

Erniu scratched his head and said, "Grandma said so! She said if you eat my penis, it will grow bigger quickly. Hehe... I didn't believe it at first, but then Grandma really ate my penis, and it did grow bigger. But now no one eats it, so why does it still grow bigger?"

Feng Yulan told me that when she heard her son say that, she already knew something was wrong, so... She then asked her son, "When did Grandma start eating your penis? Besides eating penis, did Grandma teach you anything else?"

Erniu replied, "Grandma also taught me how to ride the train through the tunnel."

She had already vaguely guessed what was going on, but she still couldn't help but ask her son, "How do you ride the train through the tunnel?"

Erniu waved his hands and said, "I won't teach you. Grandma told me that I must never tell you about us riding the train through the tunnel. I won't tell!"

Feng Yulan also told me that after she found out, she was furious and originally wanted to confront her mother immediately. But upon reflection, she realized that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. If things really escalated and the whole affair became public knowledge, it wouldn't benefit anyone. Therefore

, she decided to keep the matter quiet and make further plans later. However, to prevent the conflict between her and her grandson from escalating, she decided to take Erniu away for a while. That's why she thought of bringing Erniu to see a doctor. Feng Yulan also said that her mother initially strongly opposed the relationship, but later, perhaps through conversation, she revealed that she knew about her mother's affair with her grandson, and her mother then fell silent.

After coming from the countryside to the city, she found the cost of living vastly different. In less than a month, all her money was gone, and she was forced to sell herself to earn a living. She told me that since her husband's death, she had grown accustomed to a life of emptiness and loneliness, becoming physically and mentally numb. Unexpectedly, after receiving two or three clients, her body underwent a subtle change. Soon, even the still waters of her heart began to stir, becoming turbulent!

She said that at first, receiving clients was fine; perhaps due to surprise and shyness, she didn't experience any physical reaction. However, as she gradually had more sexual intercourse, she naturally developed needs. But a client is a client; they don't care whether you come or not, they just want to ejaculate. Initially, she could control herself, but soon she couldn't take it anymore.

This happened two days before I met her. That day, business was good; she had two clients in a row. During her time with the first client, she felt some need. However, that guy was useless; he finished in a couple of strokes.

Less than half an hour later, she found a second customer. Who knew this guy's penis was even worse, but his finger skills were absolutely top-notch!

He made her squirt with his hands, and just as she was reaching the peak of lust, he ejaculated on her thigh before even penetrating her. After he left, she tried to relieve herself with her hand, but instead of stimulating it, she felt an even stronger need; her entire lower body was swollen and hot, and the fluid kept flowing endlessly!

Old Chicken—4

It was past midnight, and she still couldn't fall asleep. At that time, her son was sleeping next to her, and as fate would have it, just as she was burning with lust and close to losing control, she suddenly felt someone push a hard object against her buttocks several times! At the same time, she heard Erniu laughing in his sleep, repeatedly saying "the train goes through a tunnel."

Instinctively, she reached behind her back, intending to push Erniu away, but instead, she touched his penis. To make matters worse, Erniu had somehow managed to pull it out! Therefore, what Feng Yulan pressed down on wasn't just her son's penis, but his hard, hot, and completely exposed penis!

At that moment, she was completely out of control, her mind filled only with images of sexual intercourse. She thought to herself, "I've already sold myself, it doesn't matter who penetrates me!" At least her son was cleaner than those clients. Besides, Erniu had also slept with his maternal grandmother, so asking him to do it with his own mother shouldn't cause him much harm. So, she steeled herself, took off her already soaked underwear, turned her back to her son, gripped his penis tightly with her other hand, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and thrust her hips back. That very night, mother and son consummated their marriage!

The more I listened, the more unbelievable it seemed. I'd read many stories of incest within a family in books, but hearing it directly from the person involved was a first. It was incredibly stimulating. As I fantasized about their incestuous relationship, I continued to press her, asking, "How long did you two play? Did he ejaculate inside you? Did you play with him again afterward?"

I bombarded her with several of the most embarrassing questions, and she covered her face with her hands in shame, saying, "Please stop, okay? I've told you the most shameful things, just let me go and don't ask anymore."

Of course, I wasn't going to let her off so easily. I removed her hands from her face, looked at her, and said, "It's not shameful at all! I like hearing it."

Seeing that I didn't look down on her at all, only had a lustful gaze, she hesitated for a moment before saying, "I forgot how long we played. I only know that he... he ejaculated inside me! Later... later I slept with him a few more times." "

I suddenly remembered something, so I asked her, 'After we finished this morning, did you go to see your son?'

She hid her head under the covers and said, 'No, not this morning. But... but at noon...'

I slapped her butt through the covers and said, 'Oh! You went to see your son after we finished, so

you're saying I didn't satisfy you, right? Ha... ha... I'm going to fuck you until you're broken!' She poked her head out from under the covers, kissed my cheek, and then whispered in my ear, 'You still say that? I just couldn't stand it because you made me want it all day... Anyway, it's all yours, so go ahead and fuck it until you're broken!'

Then, she actually stuck out her tongue and gently licked down my chest, while her body slowly moved down as well. She used her hot tongue to lick all over my chest and abdomen." Perhaps she knew I wasn't very impressed with her oral sex skills, so when she licked my penis, she didn't linger for long. She only held the glans in her mouth for a moment before moving on to lick my scrotum.

To make it easier for her, I raised one leg, and she rested her head on my other thigh, her tongue circling and licking my scrotum incessantly. I felt numb and itchy from her licking, and with her nostrils pressed against my anus, the tip of her nose occasionally rubbing back and forth at the opening, the sensation was quite stimulating and pleasurable.

She continued licking for a while, then suddenly sat up, giving me a half-smile and gesturing for me to turn around. So I turned over, lying flat on the bed with my back to the sky. I felt her hand gently stroking my buttocks, and I heard her whisper, "Lift it up a bit, otherwise how can I kiss it?"

I knew she was going to lick my anus, so I obediently raised my buttocks. Sure enough, I immediately felt her tongue pressed tightly against my anus. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her licking my anus, while fantasizing about her incestuous relationship with her son. Unconsciously, my penis had already changed!

So I told her to lie flat on the bed, hold her thighs with both hands, and raise her lower body as high as possible, spreading her legs as wide as possible until her entire genitals were facing the ceiling. I was very satisfied with the position and posture, so I pressed down on her with a "Mount Tai Press" move.

I thrust wildly into her vagina about a hundred times, watching her enormous breasts, like two water-filled balloons, swaying back and forth in front of me with the rhythm of my fucking. After about ten minutes, I felt I was nearing my end, so I asked her to play with her breasts for me.

I watched as she squeezed her large breasts tightly with her hands, occasionally pulling her nipples high and long with her fingers. Seeing her already unusually large nipples flattened from their round shape by her own manipulation was incredibly arousing. The thought of her likely doing the same thing when her son was having sex with her immediately brought my excitement to its peak! I felt my semen shooting into her uterus, one spurt after another. After ejaculating

, I held her and we sat on the bed to rest. I took a cigarette from my pack on the bedside table and noticed a scented candle nearby. So, while lighting the cigarette, I also lit the candle. Then, with a cigarette in one hand and my other hand kneading her breast, I chatted with her casually.

Our conversation mostly revolved around her and her son. She answered all my questions frankly, but it was almost always me asking and her answering; she never initiated anything. I tried to get her to invite her son over to play, but she said it was too late and wouldn't agree no matter what. I knew I couldn't force her. Thinking there would be plenty of time, I gave up.

We continued chatting for a while, when suddenly she pressed a hand to her genitals, blushed, and gasped softly, "Ah! Could you get me some tissues?"

I knew it was the semen I had ejaculated inside her earlier, now flowing back out. I reached for the tissue box on the bedside table, intending to grab a few tissues for her. However, when I saw the perfume candle on the table, I immediately changed my mind.

I picked it up and quickly brought it close to her vaginal opening. I guess she never dreamed I would burn her with a candle, and because I moved so fast, she probably mistook it for me wiping her with tissues. I only saw her remove the hand that had been pressing on her genitals, and very deliberately spread her legs a little wider.

I originally just wanted to scare her with the candle, to play a joke on her. But seeing her vulva completely exposed, like an undefended city, entirely within my attack range, I was seized by a childlike impulse and actually dripped wax onto her vulva, laughing and saying, "Come on, let me seal the opening with wax so it doesn't all leak out and go to waste!"

In a flash, seven or eight drops of scalding wax had already fallen from the sky, landing on her vulva! I heard her cry out in surprise and pain, then saw her spring up off the bed. I thought I was in for a scolding and was about to apologize. But to my surprise, she didn't seem to blame me at all. Instead, she grabbed some tissues and covered the sheets. Then, she plopped down on the tissues and lay back down in the same position I had been using to scald her!

I couldn't help but swallow, a surreal feeling washing over me. Seeing her so obedient and submissive, I felt I'd gone too far. But seeing her pitiful, vulnerable expression, I couldn't resist the urge to torment her. Torn

between my inner turmoil, I glanced down at her. She lay sprawled on the bed, eyes tightly closed, chest rising and falling slightly, legs wide open. When I saw the few drops of blood-red wax on her vulva and labia, I finally couldn't resist and started burning her with the candle again!

At first, I focused the heat on her vulva. But later, I burned almost every part of her body! Of course, the main focus was still on her breasts, vulva, and anus. Her entire body was covered in candle wax, and she was trembling uncontrollably.

Her hair was disheveled, her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and beads of sweat streamed down her forehead like raindrops onto the pillow. I don't know how long I scalded her, but seeing that the seven or eight-inch candle in my hand had burned down to just a tail, I finally blew it out with satisfaction.

Then, I put her in a doggy-style position, roughly cleaned the candle from her anus, grabbed her long hair with one hand, and without a word, began to penetrate her anus. As I penetrated, I slapped her buttocks hard with my hands until my own palms ached, but I still showed no sign of stopping.

As I thrust and pumped, I don't know how much time passed. Suddenly, I heard her, as if in a daze, panting and moaning, saying, "Mmm...mmm...husband! It's my fault, I'm incapable of giving birth to a son! Oh...punish me! Mmm...mmm...you can fuck me until I'm broken, I'm useless. When that other woman is bigger, I want her to give you a son! Ah...ah..."

The more I listened, the more excited I felt, and in a daze, I joined in her incoherent ramblings, saying, "Mmm...mmm...I want to not only take your daughter's belly..." "Son, oh...oh...I'll even make your mother's belly bigger, okay?"

She shook her hips wildly, her voice becoming hoarse as she said, "Okay, ah...ah...okay, husband, make that old slut's belly bigger! Hmm...hmm...let the three of us—grandmother, granddaughter, and mother—give you a baby together! Ah...ah...husband...I can't take it anymore, I'm coming again!"

And so, amidst her lewd cries, I ejaculated all my semen into her anus again.

I slept very badly that night, constantly having all sorts of incoherent dreams. I woke up just as dawn broke, and I saw her still fast asleep, naked, so I went to the bathroom alone and took a quick shower. When I returned to the bedroom and changed my clothes to get ready for work, I saw her struggling to get out of bed.

As I put on my socks, I said to her, "Sleep a little longer, it's only seven o'clock."

She said sleepily, "I'll make you breakfast."

I went over, kissed her forehead, and gently helped her back to bed, saying, "No need, someone at my company will buy me breakfast. You should sleep a little longer."

Afraid she'd insist, and also worried she'd be too tired, I quickly opened the door and left the bedroom before she could say anything more. I originally wanted to close the door behind me, but when I turned back and saw her naked sleeping position, I changed my mind. Instead of closing the door, I left it completely open before leaving.

As usual, back at the company, another busy day began. Strangely enough, I felt like I suddenly became much younger, with a strange, familiar feeling, like I was back in the days when I first met my wife and started dating her!

Before lunchtime, I had already called her twice. In the afternoon, I called again.

I had originally planned to rush back to see her after work, but then the Qingdao branch called, saying there were some problems, and the big boss wanted me to go there that night to handle them. Reluctantly, I called her again, saying the company needed me to go to Qingdao immediately, and I might not be back for eight or ten days. During the call, we tearfully told each other to be careful.

That

very evening, I flew to Qingdao. What should have been a ten-day task was completed in an astonishing five days. The big boss, unaware of my ulterior motives for working so hard, even offered me a two-week vacation!

I called Yulan to tell her about this unexpected windfall, and she was equally delighted. So, after handing over the remaining tasks, I immediately left Qingdao and returned to Guangzhou.

As the saying goes, "absence makes the heart grow fonder." When I returned to see her, she was exceptionally warm and welcoming. I had originally intended to take them out for dinner, but she firmly objected, insisting on cooking for me herself. Seeing her enthusiasm, I reluctantly agreed. I

noticed the refrigerator was overflowing with food, seasonings, and other daily necessities; in just a few days, she had transformed the place into a truly "homey" space.

I watched her busily washing vegetables and chopping meat in the kitchen. Her son, Erniu, was hiding in his room, playing alone with the toys I'd bought for him from Qingdao. I turned on the TV and watched for a while, but it wasn't very interesting, so I went to the kitchen to watch her cook.

She was wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck shirt and a pink floral maxi skirt. Because her nipples were particularly large, anyone could tell at a glance that she wasn't wearing a bra. As she cooked, I saw her two large breasts swaying back and forth, and I couldn't resist walking up to her, crossing my arms, and hugging her tightly from behind, while simultaneously kneading her breasts with my hands.

She laughed and struggled a couple of times, saying, "My dear young master, stop it! I'm busy, I'll burn the food."

I ignored her and continued to rub her breasts through her clothes. Soon she stopped resisting and let me touch her all over! After rubbing for a while, I took advantage of the situation and slowly moved my hand down to her waistband, then slipped my hand inside her skirt.

I touched it casually and was horrified to find that the area I touched was incredibly slippery! The place that should have been covered in pubic hair was now completely barren, a veritable wasteland! Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked her, "How did this happen?"

She gently swayed her hips, half-jokingly trying to shake off my hand, and said, "You still ask? It's all your fault. You got candles in your hands that day and people couldn't wash them off, so I had to... I had to shave them off. Don't you like it?"

I grinned and said, "It's best to shave them off. I already found them inconvenient, and I was planning to shave them all off for you. By the way, after you shaved them off, did Erniu like them? How many times have you two played together these past few days?"

I heard her give a soft "hmm" through her nostrils and say, "You always ask me these kinds of questions!"

I said, "What is it? Tell me."

She seemed determined, and no matter how much I pressed her, she wouldn't say. I had no choice but to continue caressing her private parts. I slowly moved my hand down until my fingers touched her labia. Then I used my fingers to tease her labia and clitoris. I would occasionally tug at her labia and flick her clitoris.

She didn't resist at all, and even cooperated by spreading her legs wider to make it easier for me to play with her vulva. I felt her vaginal opening getting wetter and wetter, and I became increasingly aroused. So I bent my palm, made my fingers into a crane's beak shape, and then inserted them into her vagina, using my fingers to penetrate her vagina!

She was facing the gas stove, cooking while I inserted my hand into her vagina. It seemed like nothing was happening, but her movements while cooking were noticeably less agile than before! She finally finished cooking the dish of braised yellow croaker with vinegar, her face flushed and panting, and said, "Have some food... okay?"

I thrust in and out a couple more times, and only after my urge to masturbate had subsided did I pull my hand away. Originally, I wanted to turn on the tap, wash my hands clean, and then eat, but when I saw the plate of Yunnan boiled pork on the counter, I immediately changed my mind.

With my hand, still wet with her juices, I grabbed a small piece of meat and brought it to her mouth, saying with ill intent, "You've worked hard, here, try it, is it good?"

She glanced at me first, then slowly opened her mouth, letting me put the meat in. She chewed the meat and swallowed it, looking at me with a very puzzled expression as she saw my hand still near her mouth. I pouted at her, gesturing for her to lick my fingers clean too. She hesitated for a moment, but obediently took each of my fingers, covered in my semen, into her mouth one by one. I watched as she licked each finger clean, then, satisfied, washed her hands and went to eat dinner.

She was a pretty good cook; three dishes and a soup, with fish, vegetables, and meat. The only downside was that she was busy taking care of her son during the meal, so she wasn't as attentive to me.

After dinner, she busied herself clearing the dishes. I took a can of beer from the refrigerator, sat on the sofa in the living room, and read the newspaper while drinking. As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lustful desires." I noticed I'd almost finished the can of beer in my hand, while she was still busy in the kitchen, seemingly preoccupied with something. I couldn't resist calling out to her, "Are you done yet?"

Then, I saw her come out of the kitchen wearing an apron. As she took off her apron, she said to me, "Almost done. I'll bathe Erniu first, and then come keep you company after I've put him to sleep."

Hearing her say she was going to bathe her son, I immediately had a bright idea. I casually said to her, "Then hurry up."

She nodded and went into her son's bedroom. I sat on the sofa, vaguely hearing her calling her son to bathe from inside the room, and then I saw her leading her son out of the room and heading towards the bathroom in the living room.

I said to her, "Take him to the bathroom in our room to shower! There's not much hot water in the living room."

She, unsuspecting of a trick, readily agreed, "Okay," and led her son into our bedroom.

I watched them go in, then quickly finished the can of beer in my hand. Afterward, I went outside our bedroom and waited a while until I heard water running from the bathroom before confidently walking in, loudly asking, "What's wrong? Is the water hot enough?"

As soon as I entered, I saw Erniu standing naked in the bathtub, and Yulan standing beside him with a bar of soap, seemingly preparing to lather her son. The boy was incredibly tall, a full head taller than his mother. Looking at his thing again, it was absolutely terrifying. Even before it was erect, it was already as thick as a baby's arm! I thought to myself, "This little bastard really lived up to his name; it really is as thick as a bull! No wonder all the women in his family can't resist sneaking around with him!"

Yulan probably hadn't guessed my real purpose for coming in. She turned around, smiled, and said to me, "Soon, almost done." Then she turned back and started lathering her son with soap.

Without saying a word, I quickly stripped off my clothes, stood in the bathtub, and asked Erniu with a grin, "Erniu, Uncle will shower with you, okay?"

Erniu said stupidly, "Okay."

Looking at Feng Yulan, she obviously knew what I wanted to do. She looked at me with a strange expression, unsure of what to do. I know the key to success or failure lies in how I handle this moment. So I quickly put my hand on her shoulder and soothed her gently, saying, "You and I aren't strangers, what's there to be shy about?"

I paused, and seeing that she remained silent and seemed unresponsive, I continued, "Think about it, unless you don't plan to be with me! Otherwise, we have a long future ahead of us. It's not right for you and Erniu to be treating me like an outsider behind my back. Why don't we all be more open-minded and live happily as a family? Wouldn't that be better?"

She seemed to have something to say but couldn't bring herself to say it. She stared at me for a while with flickering eyes before sighing and saying, "Don't be heartless to me in the future!"

After she finished speaking, she put down the bar of soap in her hand, as if she had a thousand words to say, but then looked at me again, hesitant to speak. Then, standing in front of me and her son, she began to take off her clothes, one by one.

In my life, I've slept with quite a few women. But this was the first time I'd ever been with a woman while another man was with her. Especially since they were mother and son; the thrill was indescribable.

So, after Yulan took off all her clothes, seeing the two of them standing naked together, my penis immediately became erect!

Yulan, like me, was probably preoccupied with her own thoughts, so neither of us spoke. For a moment, the bathroom was quiet, the atmosphere very awkward. Thankfully, that silly boy Erniu suddenly burst into laughter, breaking the awkward silence.

I saw him clapping his hands and laughing, "Ha...ha...so Uncle Ke's penis can get hard on its own!"

I smiled and asked him, "Yes, does your penis get hard on its own?"

He grinned innocently and said, "Sometimes it does, sometimes Grandma or Mom has to eat it for it to get hard."

I continued, "Do you like them eating your penis?"

Without thinking, he answered, "Yes."

I said, "Do you like Grandma or Mom eating your penis more?"

This time he thought for a moment before answering, "I like Grandma eating my penis more. But I like playing trains and going through tunnels with Mom more."

I asked him, "Why?"

He said, "When Grandma plays the train and goes through the tunnels, she always likes to stick her fingers into my butt, which hurts. So it's not fun. But I like it when Grandma eats chicken. When she eats it, she eats both my big and small pee, which is so much fun."

I didn't quite understand, so I asked him again, "What's big pee? Small pee? Is there a big or small pee?"

He said, "The yellow, watery stuff that comes out is big pee, and the white, gooey stuff that sprays out is small pee." Then, he scratched his head and asked me, "Uncle Du, don't you know how to pee?"

I suddenly realized what he meant and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Yes, yes, of course Uncle can pee."

I turned to Yulan and said, "Looks like my mother-in-law is even more capable than you!"

She blushed deeply, picked up the soap next to the bathtub, and said, "My young masters, please stop talking and go take a bath!" Then she got into the bathtub herself. Afterward, she lathered me and Erniu with soap and washed us.

She

washed us first, then started washing herself. I saw her breasts swaying back and forth as she lathered, and I couldn't resist hugging her and kissing her passionately. Our tongues intertwined, and we kissed for a while. Then I reached out and touched her vaginal opening, finding it wasn't very wet. However, I couldn't wait any longer, so I let go of her and gestured for her to turn around.

She turned around as I meant, facing away from me and towards her son. I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Give Erniu a kiss too!"

She seemed hesitant, so I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward, stopping just before her nipples lightly touched her son. She still didn't move. Just as I was about to push her forward a little more, I heard her whisper to her son, "Erniu, be good, kiss Mommy like Uncle does."

Her son, Erniu, that little rascal, you could say he's stupid, but he's not entirely stupid. He actually kisses his mother quite skillfully! The mother and son were locked in a passionate kiss, their naked bodies pressed tightly together. As they kissed, Yulan's hand, without her noticing, grasped Erniu's penis and began to masturbate him. She seemed deeply ecstatic, occasionally letting out soft moans from deep within her throat.

I reached out and touched her vaginal opening, finding it suddenly swollen and wet! While she had been a little wet when we kissed before, it hadn't been this intense. Strangely enough, I felt no anger whatsoever; instead, I was quite pleased with her physical response.

I let them continue their passionate kissing in front of me for a minute or two, then slapped her hard on the buttocks and said, "Bend over, lift your buttocks up."

She placed her hands on her son, her body slowly arching into a right angle, her head and back gradually lowering until they were parallel to her son's lower abdomen, while her buttocks slowly approached me. I then gripped my penis tightly, pressed it against her vaginal opening, and rubbed it back and forth. I kept stimulating her labia with the head of my penis, but I didn't penetrate her.

She waited for a while, probably wondering why I was still standing there. So, she tilted her head to see what I was trying to do. I gestured to her with the corner of my mouth, indicating that she should give her son oral sex for me.

She turned her head back, but due to the angle, I could only see part of her face. I vaguely saw her close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and suck her son's glans into her mouth! Then I saw her head bobbing up and down, giving her son oral sex with soft, sucking sounds.

I was incredibly excited and couldn't resist immediately mounting her, thrusting my penis into her vagina. But as soon as I started, I realized that due to the angle, I couldn't clearly watch them perform oral sex while having sex with her. To see clearly, I had to lean my upper body outwards and tilt my head. Unfortunately, this position was too tiring, and after trying to watch for a while, I couldn't take it anymore!

So, I had to alternate between having sex with her and watching her perform oral sex from the side. It was incredibly physically demanding, but also much more stimulating than usual. Because I ejaculated inside her vagina very quickly, I didn't feel particularly tired afterward.

I placed my hands on her back, took a few breaths, and rested for a while. I felt my penis gradually soften and slowly slide out of her vagina.

I stepped out of the bathtub and sat on the toilet to rest. Turning my head, I saw her spitting out her son's penis and looking back at me. I saw that her eyes were unfocused, her face was flushed, her nostrils and mouth were slightly opening and closing, and her teeth were clenched tightly. It was clear that she wasn't "satisfied" yet!

I grabbed two towels and tossed one to her, saying, "Here, dry yourself off. After you're done, take Erniu to our bed." Without waiting for her to say anything more, I dried myself off with the towel and left the bathroom.

Soon, the three of us—the mother and son—were standing naked by the bed. I lay down on the right side of the bed first, looking up at them.

I saw Erniu's penis; after his mother had blow-dried it, it was almost twice the size I remembered! The glans was like a tangerine, and the shaft was as thick as sugarcane! I secretly compared it to mine and felt a pang of unease. The only consolation was that it was probably too large to fully engorge. Therefore, although my old bird was much smaller, in terms of sheer strength, mine seemed to be the more robust.

I looked at Feng Yulan again, and saw her pointing at the bed with one hand and gently nudging her son with the other, saying, "Good boy, lie down on the bed." After saying that, the mother and son lay down together next to me. I don't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but she was sleeping in the middle, with Erniu and me on either side of her.

None of the three of us moved, and we lay there blankly on the bed for a while. Finally, I couldn't help but nudge her shoulder with my own, hinting that she should play with her son for me.

Originally, I thought she would be reserved, but I didn't expect her to be so compliant. Without any foreplay, she turned around and, in a swift motion, crawled and climbed, kneeling on her son.

Immediately afterward, I heard Erniu yell, "Waaah...waaah...the train's going through a tunnel!" At the same time, I felt the whole bed suddenly shake! When I regained my senses, she was already sitting between Erniu's legs, her buttocks swaying back and forth like a rower!

I cursed inwardly, "Oh no!" I

had originally decided that since I couldn't fully witness their mother-son oral sex in the bathroom, I would watch their incestuous intercourse from beginning to end this time. But who knew that as soon as they got started, they immediately went all out, making me miss the most exciting moment of penetration!

I really wanted to ask them to start over, but then I thought, after all, this was the first time they had done something good in front of me, and I was afraid that if I made too many demands, it might ruin the atmosphere. Just as I was wondering what to do, I suddenly heard Yulan cry out in surprise, and then I saw her stand up from Erniu's back, looking very nervous.

Seeing her tense expression, I was startled and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

She turned to look at me and said, "I...I'm in my fertile period today, and I forgot to put a condom on him."

I took the opportunity to stand up, half-squatting and half-kneeling, and kissed her cheek, saying, "Forgot? It's okay, what's the big deal? I just ejaculated inside you too, and besides, what are the chances of him getting pregnant so easily!"

She blushed and said, "Of course I'm not afraid of yours, but what if...what if he got pregnant? How could I face anyone then?"

As the saying goes, "A word to the wise is enough to awaken a dreamer." It would have been better if she hadn't said anything; now, hearing her words, I was even more eager to see her own son pregnant!

I suppressed a laugh so she wouldn't see through my thoughts, and pretended to reassure her, saying, "It's okay, don't think too much about it. Come on, listen to me and sit back down." To avoid any unforeseen complications and to give her a chance to reconsider, I quickly placed my hands on her shoulders and pressed down towards her son's thighs.

At first, she shook her head and insisted on getting a condom. However, after a combination of gentle persuasion and firmer words, and by slightly increasing the pressure on her, she finally obediently sat back down on her son's penis.

This time, I was smarter; as soon as I felt her body sinking down, I quickly knelt down, tilting my head and pressing my face against the bed. Therefore, I finally got a clear view of the most beautiful moment when her son's penis entered her vagina!

Because Erniu's penis was quite thick, when it entered his mother's vagina, the labia were also pulled inside. Yulan sat upright on her son's penis, without any significant up-and-down movements. I watched as she swayed her hips back and forth, about ten or twenty times, then slowly leaned forward until her right nipple was pressed against Erniu's mouth.

That little rascal Erniu must have done this with his mother before; he didn't need any instructions to suck his mother's nipple into his mouth. I saw Erniu sucking on his mother's nipple with great enthusiasm. He was sucking, licking, and even biting his mother's dark nipple with his white teeth, pulling hard, stretching Yulan's already long and large nipple even longer.

Logically, with Erniu biting her nipple so hard, she should have felt pain. But seeing Yulan's seemingly blissful expression, not only did she appear completely unaffected by pain, but she even leaned back slightly, as if complaining that her son hadn't stretched her nipple long enough! I couldn't resist bringing my mouth to her other nipple, and like Erniu, I bit down hard and pulled it forward with all my might. Erniu and I, each on one nipple, seemed to be having a competition to see who could stretch Yulan's nipple the longest.

After all, my posture was at a disadvantage. I was kneeling, one hand supporting myself on the bed, leaning to the side and tilting my head to reach her nipple, so my neck and back quickly started to ache. So I decided to move to a more advantageous position to rejoin the fray.

I scrambled to the foot of the bed and saw Yulan's buttocks pressed firmly against Erniu's thighs. Her two buttocks and her large, round, dark brown anus were swaying rhythmically. Looking at Erniu's penis, it was completely buried in his mother's vagina, only the scrotum protruding. I watched for a while, then decided it wasn't worth it. So I stood up and walked towards the head of the bed, hoping a higher vantage point would offer some insight.

Because Yulan was shaking the bed violently, it took me a while to reach the head of the bed. I carefully stepped over Erniu's head and stood steadily in front of Yulan. Looking down at her, I realized her mouth was not far from the head of my penis. Seeing the beads of sweat on her forehead, her expression one of ecstasy, her mouth wide open, I couldn't help but shove my penis into her mouth!

She readily took it in and gave me a few blowjobs, which I thought was pretty good. So I grabbed her hair and said, "Don't move, just keep your mouth open."

Then I grabbed her head and started thrusting my penis into her mouth! I don't know if it was because I was completely in control, or because I'd seen them having incestuous sex, but the feeling of giving her oral sex was quite good! I gripped her hair and kept shoving my penis in and out of her mouth, and strangely enough, I felt like I was about to ejaculate soon after. I sped up my oral sex, thrusting in and out dozens more times, until I felt my glans and urethral opening automatically release. My whole body shuddered a few times, and I ejaculated into her mouth!

I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh. When I opened them again, I saw her cup her right hand, presumably trying to spit the semen into it. A thought struck me, and I quickly grabbed her hand, tentatively saying, "Don't spit it out! Keep it in your mouth and kiss Erniu."

I didn't think she would necessarily do as I said. But to my surprise, she not only obeyed, but also pressed her lips to Erniu's, actually taking a mouthful of my semen into her mouth and kissing her son. She even deliberately turned her head slightly to the side so I could see her spitting my semen into her son's mouth!

She had just spat some semen into Erniu's mouth when she saw him turn his head away, shouting, "I don't want to eat it..."

Yulan then turned her son's face back, swallowing my semen as she said in a muffled voice, "Erniu, be good, if you eat it, Mommy will let you pee, okay?"

Erniu seemed very happy, opening his mouth wide and saying, "Don't lie to me!"

Yulan glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally, then lowered her head, bringing her mouth to Erniu's saliva. She slowly spat the mixture of my semen and her own saliva into her son's mouth, mouthful after mouthful.

Erniu slurped down the mixture of my semen and his mother's saliva, making slurping sounds. Watching Yulan feed her son my semen with her mouth, I felt a strange, strange sensation. I found it incredibly stimulating, but on the other hand, I was also afraid, vaguely sensing that I was perverted and wondering if I was sick! Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a bit weak.

So

, I slowly stepped over Erniu again, half-lying on my side on the bed, watching the mother and son's incestuous intercourse while resting.

I saw Yulan sitting on her son's penis, her buttocks swaying back and forth. She bent over, pressing her large breasts tightly against her son's chest, her buttocks slightly raised, her head tilted back, her whole body tense, panting, saying in a sound that was both a hiss and a moan: "Mmm...mmm...Erniu, Mommy can't take it anymore! Ah...ah...Mommy will let you be on top!"

Hearing this, Erniu immediately hugged his mother, and without any apparent effort, he flipped her over completely, pinning Yulan, who had been sitting on top, to the bottom. Most remarkably, throughout the entire act, the mother and son's genitals remained tightly connected, perfectly coordinated. I couldn't help but admire Feng Yulan, as a mother, for truly "raising her son well!"

Erniu's sexual prowess is simply astonishing! Watching him fuck his mother's genitals, it's less like a flesh-and-blood body and more like a human pile driver. His desperate, "fist-to-flesh" approach, coupled with his goofy smile, makes it seem like he's about to take her life.

For a moment, the sounds of "slap, slap" filled the air, along with Erniu's silly laughter and, of course, Yulan's moans, creating a lively cacophony.

I sat up a little straighter and saw that Yulan's genitals were being penetrated so much by her son that the inner flesh was turned inside out. Her shaved pubic hair and mons pubis were bruised and swollen, and her vaginal opening was noticeably swollen. Even as a spectator, I felt a sense of dread.

And so, I watched Erniu thrust wildly into his mother for about half an hour, until Yulan was drenched in sweat and covered in goosebumps, her moans silenced, replaced only by the sound of her panting. Finally, he roared, "Mom, I need to pee!" After

Erniu ejaculated, he didn't care about anything else, and with a "puss," he pulled his penis out of his mother's vagina. Then, he immediately collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep within seconds!

When he pulled his penis out, Yulan seemed to feel pain; I heard her let out a soft "ah," and her eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened. I saw her frown and reach down to touch her vaginal opening, as if in great pain. So, I gently stroked her hair and said, "What's wrong? Does it hurt? I didn't expect Erniu to be so amazing!"

Yulan suddenly gave a sad smile and said, "In this respect, he's like his father."

Hearing her say that, I naturally felt uneasy. She noticed my expression was off and knew she had said the wrong thing, so she quickly continued, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you angry. Maybe I'm more like my mother, and we both... both want it, so..."

I said, "I'm not angry, I'm just a little envious of how amazing Erniu is."

She grabbed my hand, rested her cheek on my palm, and said, "I'm not lying to you, you're actually pretty amazing! Every time you get me... you still want more, it seems like nothing's enough, that's why... that's why you went with Erniu..."

I smiled and said, "In this world, some people are greedy for money, some are greedy for fame. Anyway, that's human nature, there's nothing wrong with it. It's rare that Erniu can satisfy you. When I saw you two doing it just now, I also found it very exciting! I don't object to you going to him when you need him." "It just hurts my heart to see you looking so tired from what he's done to you."

My words seemed to touch her deeply; she kissed my palm a few times and said with great emotion, "You're so good to me! Even Erniu's father isn't as good to me as you are!" She paused, then suddenly blushed and whispered, "Actually, I like... I like it when people are a little rough and harsh with me during sex!"

Hearing this, I was both surprised and delighted—more happy than if my boss had doubled my salary! Thinking to myself, "These days are going to be awesome!"

Suddenly, I felt her gently pat me. I snapped out of my reverie and saw her pointing with a half-smile at the box of tissues on the bedside table, saying, "We're out of candles today. If you don't bring some tissues, you'll have tissues all over the bed and you won't be able to sleep!"

I laughed and handed her a stack of tissues. I watched as she used her thumb and forefinger to widen her vaginal opening slightly, and then I saw her lower abdomen contract slightly a couple of times. Soon after, some white liquid slowly flowed from her vagina! I knew it was her son's semen, her own son's semen!

A satisfied smile crept onto my face. I thought to myself, "I must remember to buy plenty of candles tomorrow. After all, this is only the beginning of my vacation!"

(The End)

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