Bed skills

Sigh! It's not easy being a man, especially having to juggle two women.

Who told me I have a beautiful mother, Xiuzhen, and a wife, Meizhen, who's devoted to me? These two Zhens give me endless good fortune. But, as the saying goes, "The hardest thing to bear is the favor of a beautiful woman," and this privileged position keeps me constantly busy.

When Xiaozhen saw how thin I'd become after my wedding, she felt sorry for me and finally said, "Qiang'er, what's wrong with you two? You look so listless."

"Mom, what are you talking about? Nothing."

"Nothing? What do you mean? Newlyweds, it's no wonder you two do things at night. You're not one of those people who abstain from sex. Besides, how many times have I told you, only call me 'Mom' in front of Meizhen. When we're together, you don't need to call me 'Mom.'"

"I'm afraid that if I accidentally call you 'Xiaozhen' in front of her, I'll give myself away."

"No matter who you think of me, I hope this arrangement is the best."

This is an arrangement any man would approve of; the blessing of having two women is something I wouldn't even dare to dream of. But this was exactly my "wife" Xiao Zhen's brilliant idea. She wanted me to get married and give her a grandson, which led to the beautiful story of Mei Zhen and me, a doctor and nurse, getting married. This stemmed from the brilliance and greatness of maternal love, always thinking of her son's happiness.

However, all mothers are the same, especially widowed mothers who raised their only sons. They love their sons too much and are unwilling to give them away to outsiders. As a result, the son, caught in the middle, suffers the most.

"Are you jealous of her? This was your idea!" I deliberately provoked her. Sure

enough, she exploded: "I believed it, I believed it, even you cheated on me. I've done so much for you, not hoping you would treat me better, but instead you're pushing all the responsibility onto me. Do you think I'm too old? You don't want me anymore now that you have a young and beautiful wife? I accept my fate." She actually started crying in front of me.

Men aren't actually afraid of women threatening to hang themselves, they're most afraid of them crying. I was at a loss, and could only reach out and hug her. At first, she wouldn't let me touch her. I could tell it was just her coquettish act, her aim to get me to coax her. Women will be women; they need men to coax them, even if she's your mother. And I don't mind coaxing the woman I love, because it's a low-cost, high-return investment. I whispered my apologies, and she slumped softly into my arms.

I wiped her tears with my sleeve, cupped her face, and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. She whispered in my ear, in a voice like a little girl: "We've never been apart. These past few days, I've been craning my neck waiting for you to come, and it's gotten sore."

"But I'm here now, by your side, aren't I? I can only come back after she goes to work!"

"I just wanted you to know that the nights without you are so hard."

"Actually, I think of you too. When I'm making love with Meizhen, I'm thinking of you."

"How can I compare to her? She's young, beautiful, and has a great figure."

"But the most beautiful woman in my heart is you."

At this point, Mom's heart was truly moved, and she cried even harder. However, she still brought her lips to mine, pressing them against mine, and kissed me passionately. I casually lifted her skirt and stroked my "little kitten's" thick, black fur. My little kitten, it turned out, didn't need my teasing; it was already aroused, dripping with sticky love fluid.

She doesn't wear underwear at home because before, when I came home from work, the first thing I did was hug and kiss her, and I'd casually slip my hand under her skirt to touch her smooth bottom and my genitals, since they were mine and I had the right to touch them anytime. So, Xiao Zhen's underwear would be taken off and put back on overnight, sometimes I'd toss it somewhere and I couldn't find it. After that, once her underwear was off, she wouldn't put it back on, or even just go without it until I got home.

She got used to the freedom of not wearing underwear, and sometimes when she went out, she'd forget to wear it, often risking exposure. So, when we went out together, I'd first check if her bottom was bare.

Calling her genitals "little kitten" is imitating the affectionate way Westerners call each other that. Another reason is that I treat her like a pet; at night, I need to pet her to fall asleep, a bit like some people's old sheets or tattered towels—they feel insecure without them.

I slipped my index and middle fingers into her mouth and immediately let her suck on them. Her legs clamped my fingers tightly around hers, and as my fingers teased her clitoris, she uttered muffled words of love.

We've been in love for twenty years, made love countless times, and reached a state of perfect harmony. We've never been apart. Whenever I go on business trips for more than two days, I take her with me. We're inseparable, like shadows. She takes care of all my needs. Now that I've married and moved away, she's a little unaccustomed to it, and I want to try my best to fill her emptiness.

She stood up, took off her skirt, and swayed her body in front of me, one hand caressing her breast, the other parting her labia to let me see the view inside my pussy. I embraced her, feeling her soft body, and my penis became erect, dispelling my worries. Last time I came back, he wasn't cooperative, too tired to get aroused, perhaps due to psychological factors. I had to trouble Xiao Zhen to blow on him for a while before he came back to life.

She touched my erect penis and gave me a knowing smile. As I started to undress, she said, "Let me serve you." She held me

naked in her arms, caressing every inch of my skin. The scent of her breasts, the perfume under her arms, and the musky smell from beneath her thick pubic hair gave me the feeling of being back home. However, I wouldn't truly "reach" her until her "little thing" was inside her.

We'd been making love for twenty years; what new tricks could Xiao Zhen and I possibly come up with for our bedroom games? Xiao Zhen had plenty of skills to make love; her paradise offered endless pleasure and excitement for me to draw upon. But if we ate delicacies every day, wouldn't it become commonplace? I'd mastered various positions, but they all boiled down to technique, not love itself. Love is about making love, but just making love can't create the deep love we have.

We make love because we love each other. We both agree that we need both sex and love to have a lasting relationship. Life has elevated our sex life to a level of "no sword in hand, but a sword in heart." True intercourse, a harmonious blend of bodies, hinges on the word "intercourse"; it requires a resonance and tacit understanding of the soul.

In bed, mutual understanding is paramount, something that cannot be achieved overnight. After several years of making love with Xiaozhen, constantly sharing our experiences, we gradually cultivated a tacit understanding. It requires three parts talent and seven parts effort. Xiaozhen patiently waited for me to mature and grow into her lover. Our love grew stronger and deeper, and our lovemaking progressed from the physical union to a spiritual connection.

Over the years, Xiaozhen has been able to hold me captive; it's not simply a matter of untying a "mother complex."

Her whispered words by my pillow, her complete immersion in the role of lovemaking, doing what I want her to do, make me feel like the happiest person in the world. Her techniques are numerous and subtle, all targeting my most vulnerable points. This is the culmination of years of practical experience in bed with me, teaching me how to stop thinking about her, how to stop loving her!

Meizhen would never understand these secrets. She doesn't, because she's still young. Even if she learned a move or two, could she match Xiuzhen's skill? Xiuzhen is irreplaceable, because she is the "woman" in my life, my mother, Xiaozhen, my little sister in bed, my little cat…

In English, she is "the woman of my life."

"Brother, I want it, give it to me," Xiaozhen whispered in my ear, and it killed me. It made me completely devoted, falling head over heels for her.

"You have to tell me first, who is your brother?"

"You are my brother, Xiao Zhen's brother!"

"Then, who does Xiao Zhen belong to?"

"Xiao Zhen will always belong to her brother."

"Who does Xiao Zhen want to possess her?"

"Xiao Zhen wants her brother to possess her. Give it to me! Give me your little cock!"

At this moment, her little kitten would swallow my little cock into her fleshy cavity. With a suck from her kitten, my whole body was tightly enveloped in that warm, moist, dark mother's embrace. This was a familiar place; I was formed there, lived there for ten months, listening to her heartbeat and breathing every day. My heart was in sync with hers, her body and I were one. Her plump buttocks, like an inflatable cushion, supported me, supported me, and pushed me to the heavens.

After a long while, my mat pulled me down onto the floor. The first thing I did after catching my breath was complain, "My God! Please stop calling me 'little dick,' I'm not a child anymore!"

"Yes! You've grown up, and your little dick has grown up too. But I still prefer to call it 'little dick.' What's a big dick for? Male chauvinism, used to scare little kittens." She teased as she wiped my big dick with a towel.

Right! What's a big dick for? No kitten wants to be his friend, so no matter how "big" the dick is, it's useless. If Mommy just holds Qiang'er's little dick in her hand, doesn't it immediately become a real big dick?

Mom, naked, walked into the bathroom, stopped at the door, and turned back to ask, "Want to take a shower?"

"You go ahead! I'll shower tomorrow morning."

"I thought you were going back right away."

"I want to stay here tonight. Meizhen works the night shift, so she doesn't have to rush back."

"What about you? Do you work the early shift?"

"Yes, I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Xiaozhen, I love you."

She didn't answer, or perhaps, I was on the verge of falling asleep and couldn't hear her…

"It's rare that you're not in a rush to leave. Sigh, who knows what it's like to wait for you to come? And after you came in such a hurry and left in such a hurry, leaving me all alone, that feeling, that feeling is truly the most unbearable…"

Mom murmured in the bathroom, like a monologue, or perhaps a complaint. Looking at herself in the mirror, she fiddled with her hair, which had been disheveled during lovemaking, touched her face, shook her head, and sighed. She paced around the bathroom, and I heard her urinate, like the sound of running water… flushing.

In my hazy state, the kitten walked towards my bedside and stood in front of me. I lay on my side, my eyes half-closed, and the kitten was right in front of me. The bedside lamp light shone through her crotch, illuminating the soft, downy hairs of my kitten. I tasted the kitten's scent; it was the intoxicating nectar of our love juice and her urine.

She stepped over me, climbed onto the bed, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, and lay down beside me, just like in the old days. Her breasts pressed against my back, her legs nestled in the crook of my knees, her hands on my arms, her deep breaths on the back of my neck.

Xiao Zhen gently kissed my ear, waking me. The aroma of coffee filled the air.

The showerhead poured down, a thick mist enveloping the bathroom. Xiao Zhen slipped in unnoticed, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. I turned around, cupped her round buttocks, and she crossed her legs around my ribs, her arms around my neck, supporting her weight. She held my tongue in her mouth, our tongues intertwining, saliva mingling. The lingering scent of coffee between our gums was the taste of our usual farewell kisses before work.

We kissed and kissed until our strength gave out, and her wet body slowly slid down, trapping my erect penis between her thighs. Droplets of

water trickled down her hair, falling onto her breasts—a pair of delicate nipples—which I gently massaged with my hands. She once thought I only loved her breasts, not her clitoris. Absolutely not. I admired every part of her body, considering them all perfect. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Her breasts had nourished me since infancy; I grew up suckling from them. How could I not love them?

However, she always worried that her lover, me, might be prejudiced against her breasts, like others. She often asked me, "Won't you think my breasts aren't round or big enough?"

This was her self-assessment, not my opinion.

"Why would I mind? As long as it's firm

, that's fine." "What if it doesn't hold up one day?"

"I'll hold you up with both hands, like this, as your special bra."

Her breasts were still firm, though they were struggling more and more against gravity. At this moment, she no longer cared about whether her chest was firm or not. I brushed aside her wet hair and saw that her eyes were downcast, filled with tender affection and endless longing.

A second before the elevator doors opened, I lifted her skirt and patted her bare bottom. Just as the doors were closing, she said, "Wait for Meizhen well!"

Of course, I would wait for Meizhen well. She was pulling with all her might in a tug-of-war, trying to pull me over, but she couldn't figure out the opponent's background at all, and had an inexplicable fear of her.

"What's wrong with Meizhen? She hasn't been coming home with you for dinner much lately?" Xiaozhen asked casually.

Meizhen not coming home with me was exactly what I wanted; Xiaozhen should be happy. With her gone, we can be carefree, indulging in tender moments.

"She often works the night shift..."

"Oh, really?" she asked, her tone betraying her doubt.

"Actually, no, she's afraid to see you."

"Do I look fierce?"

"She told me that every time she sees you, you look her up and down. She thinks you..."

"Did she sense something?" Xiao Zhen's expression tightened, she pulled away from my embrace, and glared at me face-to-face.

"Don't panic, that's not what she meant. She just feels like an outsider among us. She seems out of place and doesn't know what to do." "

What did you say to her?"

"I said that there will always be some disagreements between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law. But the more you spend together, the better you'll get along. I told her that my mother is a straightforward person, not bothered by details, etc."

"Then we'll have to be careful from now on."

"She's a simple-minded woman. We're mother and son, she won't think of anything wicked." I reached out and put my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Her body tensed up.

"Little kitten, don't be so suspicious."

"Women are naturally suspicious, don't you know that yet?"

"It's alright, I treat her very well."

"When we're in bed?"

"She's just as good to me as she is to me."

"And to me?"

"I'm biased, I dote on the older one a little more."

"You're lying through your teeth, men always spoil the younger one."

"But you have double the love. One is for your mother, and one is for you, little kitten."

"Save your smooth talk for your Meizhen! I don't need to use that on you."

But the kitten's body and mouth spoke differently. She nestled obediently in my arms, letting me stroke her thick, black fur. What woman doesn't love sweet words? Even if they're insincere, she'll still accept them, especially since she knew everything I said was true. Kind words are never too much; if a woman likes them, you'll get a reward—herself. She'll give herself completely in return.

I've won!

I took her soft, delicate hand and led her into our bedroom. She lifted her skirt, lay on the pillow, raised her slender waist, and lifted her plump buttocks. Between her parted legs, her breasts hung in the air. She swayed her hips like a puppy wagging its tail, the waves of her hips and breasts rolling back and forth, making my heart flutter. Between the two full moons, amidst the fragrant grass, her labia parted, glistening with dew.

Two moons hung high, and between them, her vulva swayed and opened with Xiao Zhen's movements, revealing the pinkish-red flesh of her vulva, shaped like a peach. I was stunned by this magnificent sight. I had seen Xiao Zhen's naked body countless times, walking around in front of me every day with her bare bottom exposed, but I only knew how to touch and pinch, and had never appreciated the magnificent scenery of Qini from this angle. Perhaps she had reserved a trick for later, to be used when the time was right to subdue me.

I was speechless, unable to control myself.

She called out in a tender voice like a little girl from the bed: "Brother, what are you doing? Come on up!"

I woke up from my reverie and quickly climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind her. Xiao Zhen raised her bottom even higher. My hands trembled as I caressed her forbidden flesh, which was only for my play, and my tongue unexpectedly licked down her buttocks, tasting the sweet, ripe peach.

The kitten was even more eager than I was, wanting me to make love to her. She took my hand and placed it on her chest.

I cupped her swaying breasts, using a milking motion, playing with them for a while, flicking her nipples with my thumb and forefinger; needless to say, they were already firmly swollen. With

her entrance wide open, without any guidance, my erect penis easily slid deep inside, enveloped by the warm walls of her vagina. I ground it freely from side to side, up and down, sometimes thrusting, sometimes still. She lifted her hips, tightened her anus, and inhaled, swaying her buttocks in rhythm, then swallowed my penis whole, reaching the deepest part of her vagina. The pleasure I felt was like ascending to heaven.

"Brother Qiang'er, I want... your little Zhen sister wants you."

"Want what?"

"Want big brother's little cock."

"Big brother only has a big cock, do you want it?"

"I want it all, I want it all."

"Say it, big cock, big cock."

"Little cock! Little cock! Little cock..."

"Say big cock."

"Little cock turned into, big... big little cock!"

Thank you, my little Zhen, for being willing to please me and for being so obedient to me.

Since you've used your secret technique, then I will use the "Nine Shallows and One Deep" method from the "Great Joy of Yin and Yang Intercourse". Shallow thrusts should be like a baby suckling; deep thrusts should be like a frozen snake entering its hole.

Sometimes shallow thrusts, sometimes deep thrusts, sometimes floating, sometimes sinking. I entwine with her like a snake, turning into liquid, seeping into her skin.

The two bodies, in rhythm, sway and rise, becoming one. The little kitten is approaching climax, her wildness is awakened, and she makes wild, lewd cries that vibrate my heartstrings.

These lewd moans were rarely heard. We'd been making love for years, and every time she reached climax, she would suppress her moans to a minimum, only letting them out when she couldn't hold back any longer! A mother and son shouldn't make loud noises during sex, as if afraid of being overheard. Even if her son heard, it would be embarrassing.

My blood surged, and I fired off in rapid succession, shooting straight to the deepest part of her womb.

Her loud moans and cries seemed to scare my very soul away.

Not yet satisfied, I rolled her onto the bed, and she inserted my still-erect penis into her vulva. We embraced and kissed, she leaned back and gently licked my chest, and I kissed her entire body tenderly. The afterglow lingered.

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, pushed me away, and got up, bending down to gather my clothes.

The moon rose again before my eyes, her vulva dripping with lustful fluid, its pubic hair a glistening mess. The magnetic pull of that pungent scent drew my nose closer; her hips swayed, chasing after her vulva, licking it a few times. She suddenly stood up, her mouth falling silent, only to be met with a smile as she turned back.

She sniffed my underwear, then used it to clean my genitals.

"I think you still have some time for a bath together!" she said.

Our time together was borrowed; Meizhen was waiting for me to come home, but there was definitely time for a bath.

Xiaozhen was petty; every time we made love, she made sure I showered before going home, and she would prepare clean underwear and shirts for me to change into. Women are suspicious, and the aftercare she did for me seemed to be proof of that. The smell of my underwear also told Meizhen whether Meizhen and I had done anything.

The perfume, body odor, and vaginal discharge of a second woman cannot escape your woman's sense of smell. She didn't mention it to you, didn't notice; there are many things women are more astute than men, but for the man who loves her, she would rather pretend not to know.

We soaked in the bathtub, her head resting on me, one hand covering my hand wrapped around her waist, the other covering my hand that was teasing her breasts.

"You have my hickeys on your shoulder, tell Mei-zhen they were mosquito bites," she said casually.

I didn't answer, sliding my hand down from her breast to between her parted legs, imagining myself as a little fish, swimming gracefully in a thick, dark, shimmering seaweed.

Mom, I'll be careful, because two women who love me are locked in a tug-of-war. I told myself.

Since marrying Mei-zhen, checking my watch in front of Xiao-zhen has been considered a crime, a time-consciousness ingrained from my medical training.

She would say, "Your body isn't in it. If you don't have time, don't come back next time. Busy man, I'm not your patient, you don't have to see me, and you don't need to give me your precious time." The word "give" was uttered one by one, emphasizing the tone.

The unspoken message was a complaint that our time together was too short, and jealousy that I was about to return to another woman.

Not having enough time to allocate was indeed my problem. To share my affections with both, besides my own energy, there were also limitations of time and space. Did she really not understand the bond of love and the pull of the heart?

I had to rack my brains, constantly finding reasons and making up stories, just to escape. I wouldn't let a single moment pass by. For Xiao Zhen, it was a bit unfair; she had once completely possessed me.

Today, I didn't want to leave, even though it was already very late. Xiao Zhen, on the contrary, became anxious about time, urging me to go out: "Don't dawdle. Look, you've wrinkled your shirt, and your hair is a mess."

"Xiao Zhen, that's great. You did so well just now."

"Great lover, you were great too."

"But, there's one more request, I don't know if I should tell you?"

"Go ahead!"

"Can my little kitten meow more often in bed, meow louder?"

Her two small fists immediately pounded on my chest like drums. I knew it was just a pretense, so I didn't defend myself at all. Seeing that I didn't block or parry, she increased her strength. I had no choice but to grab her wrist and pull her into my arms.

"You! All you ever think about are these awful ideas. If you want to moan, just hire a prostitute for a few hundred dollars, she'll moan and groan to your heart's content, don't come to me."

"My little kitten, what I mean is, you've done a great job, if you added sound effects, it would be even more immersive."

"I won't allow you to say such filthy things, I won't allow you to have these kinds of crazy ideas about me."

"I just wanted to..."

Before I could finish, my mouth was sealed shut, she hooked her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss. My hand untied the belt of her bathrobe, reached behind her, and gently rubbed her buttocks with my palm. She didn't have time to dry the water left on her smooth skin after the bath, she was busy drying me, changing my clothes, and taking me back to Meizhen's place on time.

"Go back, she's waiting for you."

Xiaozhen didn't see me to the elevator door, she only opened the door a crack, drying her hair with a towel as she watched me disappear around the corner of the corridor.

Like every relationship, besides playing around, we also argued.

Why do we argue? Why not! The closer people are, the more likely they are to have big arguments over small things, or maybe we're just too concerned about each other! Perhaps being too close leads to more friction. Furthermore, women's jealousy and pettiness, their excessive sensitivity to certain things, like who has the right to buy their man's underwear, can become a source of malicious intent.

This happened on a day when I was in a very good mood, just about to hear my kitten's meows again. When I relayed Meizhen's suggestion, she unexpectedly...

"Mom, you don't need to buy me underwear anymore."

"Do you also want to go without underwear like me?" "

Meizhen isn't happy. She says these things should be done by her."

"Did you tell her that the clothes you wear are bought by me, at least? Aren't you satisfied with my taste?"

"I'm talking about underwear, there's no issue of taste."

"I'm not talking about underwear, I'm talking about your shirts."

"Mom, let Meizhen handle these little things. At least, she's my wife."

"Yes, you reminded me that you're married. Needless to say, I understand, you're tired of me, and I have to accept it."

"Mom, please don't be like this, okay?"

"Mom, Mom, I've long expected this day to come. If you don't want me, just say so." She threw off my embrace and ran into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"My little Meizhen, my dear mother, where are you thinking? Open the door and let me in to explain, okay?" I knocked gently, saying all sorts of nice things, but there was no response. A woman's temper is like the weather, unpredictable, I believed her.

I waited by the door for a long time before she finally said through the door, "I made your favorite winter melon soup in the kitchen. Heat it up in the microwave, do you know how to make it?"

"How about this?"

"After you finish the soup, go back to your Meizhen's place. She's waiting for you to come back and buy you the best underwear."

I was thinking of giving my erect penis some pleasure, but she was talking about my underwear.

"Let me in, okay?"

I heard the clattering of cabinet doors and drawers coming from inside.

Suddenly the door opened, and she threw a huge pile of my underwear, socks, shirts, and other clothes at me. I didn't have time to catch them, and they all scattered on the floor. The door immediately slammed shut.

"Xiao Zhen, what are you doing?"

"I'm not your Xiao Zhen. Go back to your Xiao Zhen! Don't come back, I don't want to see you again, get out of here!"

She was still hoping to relive the beautiful moments of "picking peaches and playing with the moon" from last week, but she said the wrong thing and got a cold shoulder, so she left reluctantly. She didn't even get a chance to pet the kitten, and her big penis was left listless. Why did the sea of love suddenly turn so turbulent? I was completely baffled. I hoped this was just a minor incident, not the start of a cold war.

When I was fifteen, my mother gave me her body, and from then on, she was devoted to me, willingly becoming my kitten. Marrying my mother was a boy's dream, and I achieved it. Thus, a sense of confidence in women was built.

Perhaps because I had been too successful in love in the past, I suffered needlessly in this cold war with Xiao Zhen. This "underwear incident" was different from the previous teacup incidents; Xiao Zhen's "maternal" privilege was challenged, so she started picking on me. I underestimated the severity of the situation, thinking it would soon be over. I thought the kitten would get hungry soon, come back and circle around her big brother's legs, meowing sleepily, nestled in my arms, wanting me to stroke her fur.

This cold war dragged on for days, and my psychological tactics failed. She ignored me completely; the more anxious I became, the more indifferent she became. I was like an addict; without the kitten's scent for a day, I felt uneasy. Only now did I understand what heartbreak truly meant.

My God, I really couldn't take it. Your dear son missed you so much he was practically dying; didn't you feel heartache? Did you really want to break up with me like this? Was it worth it?

I was at my wit's end, but then a glimmer of hope appeared.

At my in-laws' silver wedding anniversary dinner party, Xiuzhen, heavily made up and exuding charm, arrived gracefully in a low-cut, off-the-shoulder evening gown and high heels, like a fairy descending to earth. The moment she appeared, everyone was captivated; she stole my soul.

During the meal, amidst the clinking of glasses and lively conversation, Xiao Zhen chatted and laughed, while I was distracted, and Mei Zhen was restless. Three pairs of eyes darted around, resulting in several "traffic accidents."

The kitten's dreamy eyes frequently met mine. Each time our eyes met, she would immediately look away, her gaze shifting to Mei Zhen. Mei Zhen, who had been searching for clues between Xiu Zhen and me, was caught off guard when Xiu Zhen casually glanced at her, and our eyes met. Mei Zhen immediately looked away awkwardly, glancing left and right before turning back to me. Feeling guilty, I dared not look her in the eye, and lowered my head to gulp down my food.

Eating with two women who both love you can cause indigestion; you should bring stomach medicine.

Music started playing on the dance floor. After Mei Zhen and I danced once, I asked Xiao Zhen to be my partner. She readily accepted, and we danced together, our figures reflected in each other's shadows. I put my arm around Xiao Zhen's waist, pressed against her chest, and smelled her sweet fragrance. Through the gaps in the guests' shadows, I saw Mei Zhen peeking out, following our dance steps with a hint of jealousy.

My hand moved down her waist, covering her buttocks, and I discovered she wasn't wearing underwear.

The music suddenly changed, the beat became stronger, and her buttocks swayed with the rhythm, the iridescent laser lights flashing on and off.

"You're not wearing underwear, is that intentional?"

"What?"

I repeated.

"I forgot."

"You did it on purpose!"

At this moment, she suddenly stopped, saying she was going home.

Xiao Zhen took my arm and returned to her seat, Mei Zhen's eyes flashing with hostility as she looked at her mother-in-law.

Xiao Zhen remained composed, bidding farewell to her in-laws. My father-in-law said it was late and asked me to take my mother home.

I glanced at Mei Zhen, my face showing displeasure, and jealousy rose within me. But I ignored it and obeyed.

The journey home wasn't far, and on the way, we each had our own thoughts. When we got home, I insisted on walking her to the door. In the elevator, I put my hand on her waist, and she didn't object.

"Xiao Zhen, shall we go inside and talk?"

"What do you want to talk about? We can talk about it here."

"Xiao Zhen, I need you." I grabbed her arm, making her face me and look at me.

"I'm old, I should stand aside, everything belongs to Mei Zhen."

"Xiao Zhen, I can't live without you." I pressed her with sincere eyes.

"But this isn't right, it should be over now."

"It can't be over for twenty years, and now you want to end it?"

"Now, you're married, you have a wife. We shouldn't go on like this."

"But, you weren't wearing underwear tonight, and the pearl necklace you're wearing is the first piece of jewelry I gave you. It was all intentional."

"Don't be so childish, okay?"

"You are my wife, you've already married me."

"You can only have one wife, do you want Mom to be your mistress?"

"You still love me, you need me, you can't fool me."

My nose touched hers, and she turned her face away. But my lips still followed hers, sucking intensely. She pushed me away and said, "Let's talk inside. But you have to promise me we'll just talk."

She opened the door, turned to face me, and I pressed closer, step by step, while she retreated step by step.

"We'll just talk, nothing else. Promise me."

"We'll just talk, nothing else?"

"Yes, just talk, nothing else..."

"Just talk! Nothing else!"

She retreated to the bedside, and I pushed her down, leaping onto her, embracing her, and said, "I promise you, nothing else, just lovemaking, lovemaking with you."

I immediately kissed her lips passionately, sucking away her feeble protests. She kicked her legs in the air, her high heels flying off. I buried my face in her chest, closing my eyes and caressing the rise and fall of her body. She loosened my tie, and I untied her skirt, kissing every inch of her bare skin. I held her tightly, rolling around on the bed. Her evening gown slowly slipped away, revealing her eternally mysterious triangle area, black stockings scooping up the curves of her legs, contrasting with her bare thighs.

The kitten was out. I pinned her down, grabbed her hands, and pinned them behind her head, freeing my hand to caress her breasts.

"You've really tormented your big brother! You'll get a spanking tonight, so you won't dare to be naughty again!"

"It's all your fault, you still bully me."

"It's my fault again."

"If you hadn't wanted to have a child, and you removed my reproductive function, I could be the mother of your child… I'm no longer a complete woman, but Meizhen has everything, and you…"

"Don't be sad, it's all in the past. Whether you can have my child or not, I'll still love you. You'll always be my woman."

Her eyes filled with boundless grievance, turning into tears, each drop flowing from the corner of her eye, dissolving the color of her eyeliner and eyeshadow, leaving a vivid tear stain on her face. When she tried to continue speaking, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.

I kissed away her tears and the lump in her throat, comforting her, "It's alright, it's all alright, just like before."

Her voice became younger as she looked up at me, "Qiang'er, I'm sorry, I'm often jealous of Meizhen and angry with you, please don't be mad at me, okay?"

I stroked her smooth, elastic buttocks and said, "But I want to discipline you, but your buttocks are still so tender, so smooth, I can't bear to hit her."

"If the little sister is naughty, the big brother will spank her little buttocks as punishment."

"The punishment is too light." I gently patted her round buttocks, "I want to fuck the little sister, fuck her ten times, make her feel like she's dying and coming back to life."

"If you can do it, then do it as you please."

Our lips met again, our tongues intertwining. Her thighs, clad in stockings, rubbed against the inside of my thighs, overlapping with mine. I pressed close to her naked body, kneading her breasts. Her warm hands, gentle hands, the hands that raised me, soothed my soul through my skin.

Her legs parted for me, her thirsty body flowing with desire. Her round buttocks rested beneath her, and those gentle hands led her son to a land of tenderness, back to a dreamlike night twenty years ago.

That night, her mother lost her virginity to her son, and from then on, he took her in as his little kitten, his little sister.

That was my first night.

I got up, and Xiao Zhen lay exhausted on the bed, half asleep, saying, "Remember to shower. Your underwear is in the usual place, get it yourself."

I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips parted, giving me a wet kiss. It complained that I was too capable, making its little kitten swollen all over. I kissed down those silent lips, slightly parted, a little more swollen than usual.

"Sleep! My little kitten. No matter what, your big brother's love for you will never change."

It was all my fault; I personally removed the kitten's ovaries.

There is probably no other woman in the world who could love me like Xiao Zhen. She has done everything a woman could do for me: give birth to me, raise me, nurture me, and love me.

She trusted me; I was only fifteen when she "married" me.

Our life should have been happy and fulfilling, but there was one thing she hadn't been able to do for me: bear me a child. She always felt resentful about it.

Actually, we just missed the right time to have children. At the time, Xiao Zhen wasn't very old, but I wasn't ready to be a father.

I love children, and she knew that, and was willing to be a mother again for my sake. But she wanted me to have a stable career first, to be able to earn money to support her and our child. We dreamed that after I graduated from medical school, she would get pregnant immediately.

So, pregnancy was no longer something we had to worry about in bed, but rather our goal, like a sacred mission, and we embarked on a new chapter in our love. I had another reason to ask Xiao Zhen for sex. The thought of the seed planted in Xiao Zhen's arms becoming my child was enough to excite me.

However, we had to face the reality that Xiao Zhen was older, making conception more difficult. We had thorough examinations, confirming that there were no physiological problems between us. The seed was sown, but it was God who made it sprout and grow. Years passed, and we still had no children.

Three years ago, a bolt from the blue struck. During a routine gynecological exam for Xiao Zhen, I discovered she had ovarian cancer and needed immediate removal. The hospital discouraged doctors from operating on their own family members to avoid emotional distress. But I insisted on doing everything myself, even taking care of shaving her pubic hair before the surgery—a task usually done by nurses, Mei Zhen being one of them.

Xiao Zhen lay on the bed in the ward, and I told her, "We'll do the surgery now. Tomorrow, we need to shave your pubic hair first."

"Do I really have to shave it?"

"Yes, I need to have the surgery there."

I lifted her patient gown, spreading her legs, her labia slightly parted. As

I lifted her gown, Xiao Zhen, like a lamb, silently accepted her fate of having her fur shaved. She closed her eyes, spread her legs, revealing her thick, dark pubic hair. I held the razor, as if performing a sacred ritual. I kissed her, a gesture of respect. The razor blade slicing through, the pubic hair falling away. I carefully picked up the hair fragments that had fallen on my inner thighs and the white cloth at the bottom of the pad, put them in a plastic bag, and treasured them.

My eyes lit up. The kitten transformed into a little doll, smooth, white, and innocent. I exclaimed in amazement, "What I find unfair is that you can see how my pubic hair grew when I was a child. I could never have seen you when you were bald, but now I can."

The bald kitten felt smooth to the touch. Would it feel like when I shaved my beard?

"What's so interesting about touching it? What's so interesting about it?"

"Your pubic area is incredibly beautiful. I can see the process of your pubic hair growing back, just like seeing you grow up, Mom." "

You're a gynecologist. Haven't you ever seen a young girl's private parts and pubic hair?"

"Only a kitten's fur can arouse my lust."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm worried about tomorrow's surgery." "

Don't worry. I'm absolutely sure there won't be any problems."

"What I'm worried about is that I can't have children anymore, and you won't love me the same as before."

"Of course not! Don't be silly, my love for you will never change."

"But I'm a woman with a disability, and I feel unworthy of you."

"Mom, don't do anything rash. You are the greatest mother I've ever seen. You sacrificed your youth for me, nurtured me, and raised me. You gave up your status as an elder to marry me and support me, which is why I have what I have today. I don't know how to repay you. I'm unworthy of having such a good mother as you."

She was still lying in bed, reaching out to stroke my face, and said, "Before my ovaries are removed, while I'm still a complete woman, I want to make love to you with my whole body."

"What?"

"Make love."

"You mean right here?"

"Yes, come on."

"But this is a hospital ward. I'm a doctor, I can't."

"Who cares? You're my husband. What's wrong with a husband and wife making love?"

"What did you say? You said I'm your husband? Say it again. Please say it again."

"My husband. Are you trying to renege on your promise? I won't let you get away with this."

Before and after she lost her virginity to me, she always called me Qiang'er. In bed, she would call me Big Brother, Little Cock, but she would never call me husband. We'd been husband and wife in bed for over ten years, and agreed to have children, but we'd never crossed the line into officially acknowledging each other as "husband and wife." The relationship was too complicated; the deeper I went into the world, the more I knew how difficult it was to handle. But deep down, I always longed for my beloved, with whom I'd shared so many years, to call me "husband."

Now, she was in bed, beside me, constantly calling me "husband"—this was the first time. I thought it was a dream, I couldn't believe it. At that moment, I was completely bewitched. I disregarded medical guidelines, ripped off her robe, and lay naked on the hospital bed. Her hands, like snakes, climbed up my neck, wrapped around me, her legs clamping around me, making me feel like I was trapped in a spider's web. Her lips came to mine, locked in a deep kiss, a tender embrace.

She couldn't wait any longer, pulled down my pants, and took out my penis. Her snow-white, sweat-drenched belly, with a thrust of her thighs, swallowed my wet, gaping hole.

"Husband! My husband! I want you. Give it to me."

We rose and fell, thrusting and withdrawing, giving and receiving. She murmured like a dream, gradually turning into moans. I had actually made love with my "patient" in the hospital room.

Afterwards, I picked up the limp kitten on the bed, like holding a baby, and carried her into the bathroom to wash her.

She sat in the tub like a little baby, letting me wash her. I rubbed shower gel on her soft skin and caressed her erect breasts.

"Doctor! That's enough, that's enough, you don't need to wash there anymore, the dirty part is down there."

"I know, this doctor knows what he's doing."

So I opened the folds of her labia, carefully washed away the grime inside, and inserted my fingers into the deep hole, teasing the hard clitoris...

"Hey! Hey! What kind of doctor are you? Washing a patient's vagina like that will only make it dirtier." She looked at me and chuckled.

One passionate scene after another of lovemaking faded in and out. Xiao Zhen, like a kitten, curled up in my arms, letting me fondle her breasts, her face filled with warmth and satisfaction.

The intimacy on the bed lingered. Xiao Zhen, feigning shyness, complained to me that I had made her feel like she was dying of pleasure. What man wouldn't love to hear such words? It would be strange if his confidence didn't soar. And a man's confidence is linked to the hardness of his penis; when his penis is restless, his unruly fingers will slip between her two snow-white thighs to inquire, then knock on the door. Whether her door will open for him depends on luck.

In the past, at this moment, she always sent her representative to handle it. Guess who? My goodness!

Her standard line was: "Be moderate! Doing too much will deplete your energy. It's late, you have to go to school and work tomorrow…etc., etc."

Halfway through the line, I would finish it for her, then crawl into bed and fall asleep. But sleeping next to a naked beauty, unable to touch or make love, my big cock is stiff and useless—how disappointing!

There's a poster that says a person learns everything they should in kindergarten. One of those things, which my mother also wanted me to learn, is: what you want, you can't get immediately; you have to wait.

Whether it's tomorrow night or the night after, if I do my homework well, get good grades on exams, and help with housework, she'll make love to me again.

Doesn't she want a second chance? I don't believe it; it's definitely a burden born of maternal love. For my health, studies, and future, she won't allow a young man to indulge in women and engage in promiscuous sex.

Since I got a wife, the situation has become subtle and complex; we're constantly adapting to our new relationship.

I've already given the title of wife to Meizhen; she hopes I can get her pregnant quickly and give her a grandson—that's my wish.

My mother's responsibility—to take care of what I wear and eat—is now that I have a wife; I have to stand aside and not compete.

What else is left for her to manage? Of course! And because she focused on one thing, the results were immediate.

After the underwear incident, at my in-laws' silver wedding anniversary dinner, I could see she had transformed, become different. Afterwards, without me having to do anything, she invited me back to her boudoir. I could tell that her attire, both inside and outside the bedroom, had been meticulously planned and crafted. The first thing she did upon opening the door was a freshly kiss, followed by a warm, soft embrace, and then a soul-stirring sexual climax.

"Qiang'er," she said, "what I look forward to every day is being with you; it's become the purpose of my life. Even a moment of tenderness is precious to me. If you only have an hour free, you're welcome to come back. Just let me know half an hour in advance so you can prepare."

She turned our meeting into a romantic date that everyone anticipated, an experience I had never had before.

At this moment, she had already placed her thighs on mine, rubbing them against mine. She accepts my kisses on every part of her body, however I want, and returns the favor with equally passionate kisses. Having just made love with my own blood boiling, my big cock is more patient and delicate, savoring the moment with my little kitten, lingering inside her, unwilling to come out. Under my wings, Xiao Zhen seems to be covered by me again, chest to chest, pressing her breasts flat, feeling the ticklish pleasure of rubbing against her nipples.

"Big brother, I love the feeling of you being so full inside me. Don't go, stay inside me forever."

"I don't want to come out of Mommy's tummy, it's so comfortable."

"I'd be content just to keep you by my side a little longer."

"Our time together is running out. One day, my body will no longer be able to enjoy you."

"No. I'll always love you. No matter what, you'll always be my little kitten."

"You won't make love to an old woman with gray hair, will you?"

"You're forever young. You haven't aged in twenty years. Your breasts are still as firm and perky as ever. Your buttocks are still as bouncy." I pinched her nipple and slapped her buttocks hard.

"I'm not a little girl, these words won't fool me. Time flies, I hope to have another five years of blissful intimacy with you..."

I kissed her lips, stopping her from speaking. She turned her head away, pulling away from my lips, and continued: "Let's make our love last a little longer, mother and son." Tears welled in her eyes.

God has given me such a wonderful mother, what more could I ask for!

"Xiao Zhen, let me go! Mei Zhen is waiting for me."

"Qiang'er, give me one more kiss."

"After the kiss, you must let me go."

We were like a young couple, unwilling to part, our lips numb from kissing.

It was a lazy afternoon. Because a surgery was canceled at the last minute, I sneaked out and had a short time with Xiao Zhen, but we made love three times.

She tied my tie, kissed me goodbye at the door. Her naked body was only covered by a bathrobe, without a belt, not to cover up, but to deliberately expose herself. My penis involuntarily became erect again, making a tent in my crotch. She kept rubbing my penis with her thighs, unbuttoned my tie and shirt, stripped me naked, and pulled me back to her bed.

After we finished, she helped me get dressed. Before I even reached the door, she kissed me again. Finally, I said, "My God, can you leave some for Meizhen? You drained me dry before letting me go home; it's hard to explain to her."

"It's all your fault. You're going to a meeting tomorrow, and I need to get an advance on my weekly allowance. Meizhen, you have to leave some for her too. Your child, my grandson, all depend on her."

But I didn't trust her. I tore off the belt of her bathrobe and used it to tie her hands to the bed frame before getting on her.

"Qiang'er, what are you doing?"

"This is called 'tying you up.'"

"Qiang'er, you're naughty, trying to bully me! I won't stand for it!"

"The little kitten is too naughty; I have to tie her up."

"What are you going to do with me?" She pretended to be pitiful on the bed, wriggling her hips, kicking her eyes, her hair disheveled, covering half her face, begging me to let her go.

It was entirely my own fault; this scene made my penis erect again. I couldn't stand it, so I changed my mind and gave all the juice I had originally intended for Meizhen to the kitten.

Kitten, we've been making love for twenty years, why is it that your slutty side only showed now, making me waste so much time? I always thought you weren't interested in fancy techniques, and you pretended to be conservative when teaching me, afraid to ask for more. Or perhaps, the saying "competition breeds progress" is true; if I hadn't had a wife, I wouldn't have seen her alluring charm.

Xiaozhen and Meizhen, these two women of mine, always make me feel guilty.

On the way home, I worried that if Meizhen made a demand, I wouldn't be able to get an erection. And I didn't have time to shower again; my body was covered in Xiaozhen's sweat and the kitten's scent, which might give me away.

I really couldn't get an erection, but for another reason—I was in deep trouble! Meizhen was waiting for me to come home, to confront me, and to give me a thorough dressing-down.

She held up several sets of my underwear (again, underwear), questioning me: why did I wear imported clothes she bought for me this morning, but come back wearing domestic ones?

How was I supposed to answer her?

Xiao Zhen, though seemingly wise, overlooked this crucial point; she forgot to relinquish the right to buy me underwear to her wife. Her wife, a brand enthusiast, allowed me to leave with the domestic clothes she bought herself.

The more speechless I became, the more aggressive she became, every word aimed at my nerves. I was so provoked that my face turned red, and my whole body trembled, like a boy who had broken school rules.

Fortunately, Mei Zhen was only relying on a woman's intuition and jealousy; she had no evidence. However, I was caught off guard by this move and fled in panic.

I was truly pathetic; I ran away. I absolutely could not admit to my ambiguous relationship with Xiao Zhen, and before she could confront me further, I stormed off in a huff.

I dared not tell Xiao Zhen, so I couldn't go to her place; returning to the hospital was my only refuge.

The next day, I made up a story. I said I went to the hospital for an emergency last night and didn't have time to go home to get my luggage. Meizhen had to go to work, so I asked Xiaozhen to bring me some clothes and daily necessities to the airport.

When I got to the airport, Xiaozhen was already there. She was wearing a floral low-cut dress, sunglasses on her nose, and carrying two suitcases, waiting for me.

"I don't need so much luggage."

"Half of it is mine."

"Are you going out too?"

"Yes! I'm going with you. I've

already bought the plane tickets." I was taken aback.

"Are you shy?"

"Oh. No, no. It's just sudden."

"How many days is the meeting?"

"Seven days."

"Then let's have a good time for seven days, just the two of us."

In the cabin, our fingers intertwined, like a pair of delicate fledglings, snuggling together for warmth. She fell asleep with her head on my shoulder, her lips slightly parted, unintentionally inviting me to gently kiss her.

In my clumsiness, I knocked her sunglasses off. Her heavy makeup couldn't hide her swollen eyes and weary expression.

She woke up and hurriedly put her glasses back on.

"Xiao Zhen, you look like you've been crying, haven't you?"

"Ah! No, it's probably hay fever."

"Tell me sooner, I'll get you some eye drops at the pharmacy."

"It's okay, it's okay. You didn't sleep well last night, take a nap now!"

Her palms were cold, her face pale. Worried, I checked her pulse.

"I'm not sick, I just can't sleep well."

I put my arm around her shoulder, letting her lean against me. She fell asleep, her muscles gradually relaxing, a sweet smile on her lips. I reached under her skirt; she'd forgotten to wear underwear again. I gently stroked her thigh, smoothing her curly fur, and unconsciously dozed off myself.

Let's cast aside our worries and worldly anxieties, and above the floating clouds, borrow a space that belongs only to us. Let's enjoy our time together, a private world, and have a sweet dream.

In my dream, I'm still a child, and my mother is forever young. I tell her that when I grow up, I want to marry her. She says, "If I'm a good child and strive to be successful..."

I didn't disappoint her. I'm now a doctor with a modest reputation, invited to attend an international medical conference to present a research paper. The conference venue was a medical school at a university in the United States. Out-of-town attendees stayed at a nearby hotel, but it was peak season, and the hotel was full. Xiao Zhen and I had to squeeze into the single room the conference had reserved for me, with only a single bed. The front desk promised to let us move into a double room as soon as one became available.

That evening was a welcome reception. I prepared for my paper presentation the next day, while she busied herself with getting ready. I looked up, and Xiao Zhen appeared before me, elegant and graceful. She magically concealed the puffiness around her eyes, her form-fitting, low-cut evening gown revealing her shapely curves and cleavage. Turning around in front of me, she gave me a feast for the eyes, showcasing her full hips and the snow-white skin of her back. The slight bulge of fat on her lower abdomen was a minor flaw.

She took my arm, like a couple, and stepped into the elevator. I kissed her on the cheek and said, "Xiao Zhen, you look so beautiful and charming tonight."

She smiled sweetly at me.

At the party, we met a couple, Dr. Bi, whom I had long admired, and his wife.

Dr. Bi was younger than me, but his wife was nearly seventy; at first glance, she looked no more than fifty. Television had interviewed this couple, an older woman and a younger man. She had been married three times, and her eldest grandson was older than her husband.

Dr. Bi was a Chinese Canadian and didn't speak Chinese; his wife was of mixed race, with Chinese, Indian, and Dutch ancestry. We were another "older woman and younger man" couple, and we hit it off immediately.

Xiao Zhen accompanied me as we moved among the guests. Amidst the laughter and conversation, I seized every opportunity to make physical contact with her, sometimes placing my hand naturally on her hip, sometimes putting my arm around her waist, trying to be as affectionate as possible.

Taking advantage of a lull, she tilted her head and whispered in my ear, "So my son is really outstanding; everyone praises his achievements."

"Mom, let me remind you, tonight you're my wife."

"You're so shameless! You made that decision without even asking me!"

"I haven't told anyone you're my wife; they're the ones who said it. I don't deny it, and neither do you. You'll definitely hear it; half of it is praise. One of my 'achievements' that I'm admired for is having such a beautiful wife like you." "

You shameless rascal!" She pinched my arm hard, her eyes revealing the pride and satisfaction of both a mother and a wife.

The party ended, and we returned to our little room. Xiao Zhen sat in front of the mirror, removing her makeup, letting her hair down to her shoulders. I stood behind her, massaging her bare back and shoulders. She reached behind her back to unbutton her bra, but I did it for her first. I pulled down the zipper, took off her strapless bra, and used my palms instead of cups to support her bare breasts, pinching one nipple between my index and middle fingers.

"Meizhen's breasts are rounder and bigger than mine, she'll be better at bearing children."

"But your breasts are firm enough."

"They're almost not firm anymore. I've been playing around with them for twenty years, I'm getting tired of it."

I squatted down, held her arm, rested my chin on her shoulder, and pointed to the mirror, saying, "Look in the mirror, do you think your son is the kind of person who forgets the old for the new? And look at us, how well-matched we are, a perfect couple, God paired us together, no wonder people will mistake you for my wife tonight."

"You've been taking advantage of your mother for twenty years, haven't you had enough! We have seven days here, I want you to tell me every day that you love me."

"If I tell you I love you, I'm the one who benefits."

"You know that's good enough."

She closed her eyes, enjoying my kisses on her neck, her sensitive spot, kissing downwards, sucking on her blooming breasts, then peeling off her evening gown, pulling it down to her waist. She stood up, swaying her hips, helping me pull the skirt down to her feet. My face was pressed against the kitten, her whiskers crawling across my face, a strong, pungent scent wafting over me.

"Carry me to bed," she whispered.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me repeatedly. In the mirror, between her buttocks, her ripe peach was revealed, nectar trickling from her slit, moistening her labia.

I placed the kitten on the bed, lubricating my fingers with the peach's juices, one inserted into her vulva, the other into her anus.

"Qiang'er, if you want to make love to me, you have to give me a reason to make love to you, one every night."

"Too easy. Because I love you."

"That doesn't count."

"Then, does the kitten's scent count?"

"Think about it from my perspective, why would I make love to you?"

"I've got it, because I have a little cock that can get bigger."

"Hurry up and give me the real thing!"

I obeyed, placing her legs on my shoulders, thrusting my cock deep into my kitten, squeezing out the emptiness between her legs.

Love and desire churned within me; I loved both women, and both women loved me.

The conflict with Meizhen prevented me from fully embracing her, yet I had to conceal it from Xiuzhen. With a beauty in my arms, her tenderness boundless, my desire burned like scorching volcanic lava, uncontrollable. My engorged penis pressed deeply into Xiuzhen's moist vagina, then began to thrust rapidly. Xiuzhen clamped me between her legs, her vagina contracting and enveloping me, rising and falling, contracting and releasing, nearing the point of explosion.

She released her grip, thrusting deeply. She swayed wildly, her breath rapid, emitting soft moans, her legs raised, swaying gently. At this moment, I had conquered her heart, my blood surging, my desire burning, converging into a pulsating torrent, like an arrow on a bowstring, suddenly releasing wave after wave of pleasure! It erupted violently in the dark abyss, driving away all my pent-up frustration.

Our limp limbs intertwined on the bed, semen and vaginal fluid flowing from her, dripping onto her buttocks and thighs, making our intertwined legs sticky and sticky.

"Big brother, your big cock is amazing! Are you going to make another big hole in me, making me sore and sore?"

"What, when will you let me be your big cock?" Her words made me even more elated.

"Qiang'er, you've made it big in your career. Judging from your performance tonight, your little dick should be upgraded to a big dick. I can't keep treating you like a little dick forever!"

"Mom, but I'd rather be your little dick forever."

"Qiang'er, your dick is part of your body. It'll grow up when it's grown. Some things can't be reversed. For example, we've been lovers, so there's no going back to being mother and son."

"No way. You're both my lover and my mother."

"My bad son, you took me in as your lover, but then you said you wanted to marry her and get her pregnant. I'm confused. When should I be your lover, and when should I be your mother? If starting tomorrow, I can only be your mother, and you can't touch my butt, you can't kiss my kitten, and I can't have sex with you, is that okay?"

I suddenly became speechless. I hadn't thought about this question before. I could only use her own words against her and ask her, "Then can you do that?"

Xiao Zhen didn't answer and turned her back to me. I patted her bottom and pressed her for an answer.

"Go ahead and tell me."

"Qiang'er, you have to present your paper tomorrow, so go to bed early tonight."

"Mom, I know." I stroked her kitten-like fur as I fell asleep.

For the past seven days, our life in Fofang has returned to what it was before Meizhen joined us. We live together, and she takes care of all my needs. In the morning, she makes coffee, wakes me up, and I take a shower. When I come out, I pull her down onto my lap, her bare bottom exposed, and we drink coffee together. Of course, she doesn't walk around completely naked; except when we sleep or bathe together, she always has some form of covering.

Before leaving, she always lets me touch her smooth bottom and gives me a goodbye kiss—a farewell ritual we've maintained for years. In the evening, she inquires about good restaurants in town, makes reservations, and we have dinner together.

Every day is packed with activities, and I don't return until late. Xiuzhen spends her days shopping, swimming, getting beauty treatments, reading, and chatting with Dr. Bi's wife over afternoon tea. Sometimes, she accompanies me to social events as my wife. She accepts this task generously and introduces herself to people in this way. Here, Fofang doesn't need to worry about anything.

Every night we make love, for a different reason—for the high praise my thesis received, for not having a major argument in twenty years of living together, and so on.

"Xiao Zhen, everyone thinks you're my wife now."

"Because they don't know who I am?"

"Now they do. Dr. Qiang'er's 'wife,' that title is wonderful."

The alluring kitten, with her languid makeup, pulled me into her arms, gently stroking my hair, and continued, "Tonight, I'm going to make love with you for this reason. We'll have a passionate lovemaking session, keeping a secret for twenty years."

"I'm only playing the part for a few days."

"In my heart, you've always been my wife, but that's our secret. Every time I introduce you as my wife, my penis gets uncontrollably erect. It's so exciting."

I placed her hand on my crotch, my penis already proudly erect.

"At the party, when people mistook us for a couple, I blushed, afraid of giving myself away."

"You acted perfectly. Fantastic. Why didn't I think of taking you on business trips before? I should take you to international conferences more often; these invitations are coming in more and more." "We'll

talk about the future later. Have you thought about how to make love tonight?"

Every day, I tell her I love her, every night a fresh reason to make love. She says that if I want, we can even have different positions. As long as she can think of it and do it, she's willing to let me do as I please.

However, I'm not very enthusiastic about romantic tricks. Although I broke ethical norms by dating and sleeping with my mother, I'm definitely not a pervert. From a young age, I was raised to respect my mother and be considerate of her feelings. Even if I like something she doesn't want to do, I won't force her. I won't use her as a tool for sexual release. Our physical contact stems from mutual affection and comes naturally.

We're used to the traditional way of yin and yang, with me on top, able to see her expressions during sex. She always kept her eyes closed. At first, I thought she was shy, but I gradually realized that men rely on what they see, while women rely on what they feel. Her half-naked body, with her bare bottom exposed, was incredibly alluring. During sex, I always insisted that she strip completely naked so she could see my penis and her clitoris moving in and out. But she didn't care how big my penis looked; she only loved sweet words. Gentle, tender touches and the feeling of my large penis filling her were what pleased her most. Of course, I didn't find her pretty face repulsive.

On the last night, the conference held a banquet, followed by drinks with experts from various regions at a bar. Xiuzhen stayed with me the whole time, and I exchanged industry gossip with the experts. She joined the other couples present, recounting their stories with their husbands until closing time.

Back in the room, without a word, Xiaozhen took off her finery, lay on the pillow, raised her hips, and presented her breasts like peaches. Between her parted thighs, her two nipples swayed like hanging bells. I filled her peach-like opening with my thick semen, brewing it into a nectar that intoxicated me.

My penis slipped out, and she dried it for me, putting it back inside her. She wanted me to hold her tightly, not to move, or it would slip out.

"Qiang'er, don't move. I want you to stay inside me, not let it slip out. This way, we'll be one, enjoying every last second together."

These past few days, a hint of sorrow had unintentionally crept into her eyes. Today, her expression was different, absent-minded, and her words carried a hidden meaning.

"There's always tomorrow."

"Let's live for today. We don't want to miss a single moment together. We don't often have opportunities like this."

"If you like, I'll bring you here often."

"You're so good to me. We've had many happy days in the past twenty years. I often compare myself to others; I've achieved everything a woman desires. You love me, you're so considerate; I wouldn't trade you for the whole world. With you as my son and lover, I could die happy." "

Why are you suddenly saying these things?"

"My dearest lover, don't you want to hear this?"

"Xiao Zhen, you can't hide it from me; you have something on your mind. Tell me, okay?"

"No, I just feel something, I feel so good here, I want to cherish every moment."

"We can stay a few more days."

"No. You have to go to work. Mei Zhen is waiting for you to go back."

"I have a request too, can we not talk about Mei Zhen tonight?"

"Okay. Just talk about the two of us. Qiang'er, I love you. Kiss me." She gazed at me lovingly, opening her lips for a kiss.

"Little sister, I'll love you forever, I won't let anyone bully you, for all eternity, my love will never change."

Her tightly closed eyes were filled with tears, making me feel both pity and love.

I caressed her breasts, sucked her saliva, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. My penis swelled again, and with a deep thrust, I penetrated her. She pressed her hands against my buttocks, wanting me to stop.

"I don't want to."

"But I want to."

"No. We just did it. Doing it every night, let's have a proper talk."

"We can talk tomorrow. But love can't be left undone tonight."

"You impatient lecher, always like this, I don't want to."

I didn't listen to her and continued to thrust deeply and shallowly. At first, she didn't move, so I used my hands to support her buttocks to meet my onslaught. Feeling it wasn't deep enough, I used a pillow to elevate her buttocks. I continued to urge her on, and slowly, her body joined my rhythm, her eyes opened, yielding to my pleasure. The "no" on her lips turned into "give it to me," and the endless whispers of love gradually quickened, pushing us to climax after climax.

After the series of climaxes, our breathing slowed and deepened, and the kitten surrendered, lying in my arms, gazing tenderly at me, whispering softly in my ear, yet hesitant to speak. We embraced naked, exhausted, and fell asleep, unaware of the approaching dawn.

The phone at the front desk woke me. I opened my eyes and saw that the kitten was not beside me, the sheets still warm from her presence. I suddenly realized that the deep sorrow in Xiao Zhen's eyes was the pain of parting, and last night's heart-wrenching passion was a farewell.

She left a letter. She said:

"My dearest Qiang'er: Farewell! I'm leaving. Don't look for me, you won't find me.

I know about your argument with Mei Zhen last week. She came to see you and frankly confided in me. She told me she suspected there was a secret between us. She asked me to grant your wish and leave you." This week is our last time together.

Twenty years ago, you made me your lover. I have no regrets about loving you. Because you are a promising son, the man I deeply love. We have loved each other for so many years, and I have grown accustomed to living with you. Leaving you would not be easy.

If I have any regrets, it is that circumstances only allowed us to be husband and wife in bed; fate did not grant me the blessing of being the mother of your child. We finally became a public couple for seven days. With you, a successful doctor husband, being able to share in your achievements as your wife, I am content.

Although you are a famous obstetrician, you cannot get your woman pregnant, which is undeniable. However, I cannot fulfill your wish, but Meizhen has. She is carrying your child. Go back to see her, temper your stubbornness, and treat her well. After all, I was the one who brought you two together in the first place. As the saying goes,

"Beauties and generals are not allowed to grow old in this world." Alas! I am old, truly old. I am like the setting sun, while you are like the rising sun. To be honest, making love with you here every night, sometimes several times a night, is starting to take its toll. Although you say you don't mind our age difference, it's a chasm between us that will only widen. I feel ashamed of myself; with my infertile body, I'm truly unworthy of you.

Therefore, I've decided to disappear. I'm leaving, taking all our beautiful memories with me, finding a place where I can think of you every day and live out my remaining years in peace.

Thank you, my good son, my good lover. I endured so much for you, raising you to adulthood.

And you repaid me with over twenty years of love, letting me experience what true love is, so we owe each other nothing.

But I must break up with you. Farewell, my big-dicked brother.

Kissing you, loving you.

Forever yours .

—Xiuzhen.

Meizhen picked me up at the airport, acting as if nothing had happened.

I confirmed she was indeed pregnant, and after the pregnancy stabilized, we resumed our sexual activity. She said that if I liked, I could call her Xiaozhen.

On the bed, as I lay down, I naturally closed my eyes, and Xiuzhen's face appeared before me, rising and falling with me.

In October, I personally delivered my son, pulling him from Meizhen's vagina; mother and child were safe.

Actually, how I wished it was Xiuzhen—my dearest and most beloved mother—lying on the delivery bed.

So, I devoted myself to caring for my wife and child, but since Xiuzhen left me, I lost the joy of life; playing with my child was my only solace. I often locked myself in my study, reading Xiuzhen's letters, the only love letters she ever wrote to me. Tears streamed down my face before I even read them, staining the ink on the paper. The handwriting was blurred, but every word was etched in my heart. Sometimes, in my office, I would take out a treasured piece of Xiuzhen's pubic hair, and, seeing it, I would be overcome with emotion, lost in thought, recalling our tender moments, lamenting how good things often come with hardship.

A few years later, my marriage with Meizhen could not continue. Meizhen couldn't bear the thought of me using her body to have sex with another woman, so she divorced me and asked to leave. Forcing things won't bring happiness, so I let her go, agreeing to some conditions, including custody of our son. I was left alone, penniless, throwing myself into my career and indulging in sensual pleasures. Day and night I longed for her, my emotions becoming increasingly tangled, my life in disarray, my hair prematurely gray, my face weathered.

The passage of time held no meaning for me. Today was a repetition of yesterday. Since Xiuzhen's departure, I had lost all will to live. I searched high and low, even traveling the world, but there was no trace of her; she

had vanished without a trace. One day, near the end of the workday, the last patient entered the consultation room, and without a word, went behind the screen to undress.

Her medical record was from five or six years ago, then blank. I casually asked, "Are you here for a routine checkup?"

"Yes," the voice sounded familiar.

"Hmm, haven't been here in a long time?"

"Yes, I went to Canada."

Just as I turned to call a nurse in to assist with the examination, a naked body pressed close to my nose, standing before me. A pair of large breasts, fair skin, a wasp waist and full hips, a slightly protruding belly, but no hair on the mons pubis, like a little girl, not a kitten. Sensing something amiss, I dared not act rashly, checking the patient's registered name in the medical record; the name "Xiuzhen" jumped out at me.

I looked up, and she—her figure was the same, but her beauty was even greater than before…

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