[Married Woman Incest] Stir-fried Tofu

Chapter 1, Childhood Games

A-Qiang was my neighbor; we played together since we were six or seven. Everyone called me A-Jun. Thinking back, we mostly played marbles—a truly dull and boring gray childhood.

Qiang was originally from Hubei; I don't know why he came to Hebei. I don't remember much from my early childhood, but I remember once when my mother was working the night shift, she entrusted me to Qiang's mother's care. I ate dinner with her and saw them eating raw garlic shoots, just dipped in soy sauce. I was very curious, but I didn't eat any.

That memory is very vivid; to this day, I have never eaten raw garlic shoots.

Qiang's father was never mentioned by them, and I've never met him. Qiang was timid and insecure.

Usually, Qiang was like my little follower, always playing with me. Although Qiang was a little older than me, he always seemed a bit slow. We went to elementary school together. Qiang was always bullied back then. I remember once in fourth grade, he got into a fight on the playground and was pinned to the ground. I saw it, ran over, and kicked the guy who was bullying him hard in the face.

The guy got some backup, cursed a few times, and ran away. Later, he brought back some helpers to get revenge, one of the older ones being a distant relative of mine—it was ridiculous. In the end, nothing came of it. Later, I told Qiang, "You're my good friend, I won't let anyone bully you." He lowered his head and didn't say anything, but I knew he was listening.

In junior high, we started watching porn together. When we got really into it, my penis would become erect. I'd make him take off his pants. I'd masturbate while touching his butt, and sometimes I'd curiously touch his anus. He wouldn't say anything, just endure it.

I remember that time was the last time before the junior high exams. We rented a videotape and secretly played it at home. We drew all the curtains, closed the door, and I leaned against the sofa while he slumped against my legs. I was watching a pornographic film. The female lead was screaming exaggeratedly, her naked, voluptuous body exposed.

My lust was often aroused by her screams. I reached my left hand into my pants; my penis was already incredibly sensitive, too sensitive to touch. For some reason, my right hand touched Qiang's face. He turned to look at me, his eyes filled with confusion. "Put it in your mouth," I said, gripping my penis. I thought he would pull away or ignore me, but after glancing at me, he actually brought his head closer, bringing it to his lips and then stopping. I don't remember exactly how long it lasted, but it felt very long, because I didn't know, and I was a little scared. He suddenly took it all in.

Before he could even move it up and down, I pressed his head down with my hand and ejaculated forcefully. This is a moment I will never forget. This wasn't homosexuality; it was just a game between two ignorant kids watching porn, at least that's what I thought at the time. He swallowed my semen, glanced at me, wiped his mouth, and continued watching the video as if nothing had happened.

I don't remember much after that, but I remember making him pull his pants down to his knees and lie on my lap. I touched his buttocks and occasionally touched his anus. I ejaculated again, but this time in the toilet paper. I didn't make him use his mouth again because I didn't know why I felt uncomfortable, even though his penis felt incredibly good. Maybe I still had some conscience back then. After graduating from junior high, we saw each other less and less, only spending time together during holidays.

Chapter Two, Spring Sprout

After graduating from junior high, I went to a high school in the county town. I had a girlfriend named Hui. She was my deskmate, the quiet and sensible type. You could hardly hear her make a sound. Until one day, she neatly wrote a sentence in pencil on a scrap paper, with a question mark, which surprised me, her deskmate, who usually didn't pay much attention to her. "Do you think I'm pretty?" I looked at her but didn't answer. But I realized that she was really beautiful then, and I could never see such beauty again in my life. Because I saw her slightly shy, blushing cheeks, which she almost hid under the table. Hui was actually of average appearance, just an ordinary girl of average height and build. Her small, rounded breasts weren't really enough to attract a little pervert like me.

But that day after school, we both walked quite late, and we leaned against the outer wall of the playground, talking for over three hours. It turned out she was quite talkative. She told me about her family, her alcoholic father and her ailing mother. This story, which sounded like something out of a novel, actually became reality. She felt I was strong and made her feel safe, and wanted to be with me. I became her boyfriend; it was my first love.

Everything was so beautiful: moist lips, delicate red cherries, and a snow-white belly. It was near the end of high school when she invited me to her home. In her bedroom, I remember everything clearly. Her family lived in a small tile-roofed house with a black iron gate at the very end of a small alley. There were three rooms, and she lived in the innermost one. There was a window, but no curtains.

I knew why she brought me there, and I didn't refuse. We quietly climbed onto her bed. She hung the curtains on the inside of the bed, and I saw a white handkerchief. She took off her skirt, folded it, and placed it aside. I was really nervous because it was also my first time in a real sense. Without any of the techniques shown in porn videos, I had completely forgotten them. My penis was hard, incredibly hard.

My hand stroked her black, curly pubic hair, parting the vibrant, clam-like vulva. I brought my nose close, took a deep breath, and then stopped. It was about a minute, I can't remember exactly. A scent that no adjective can describe ignited a fire within me. I saw slippery liquid coming out, and my penis sought its source, only to be blocked. I knew what it was. I thrust forward, the pain like a blade cutting through muscle. Hui cried out softly, her fingertips digging into my arm. We stopped moving. After a short while, I felt it was okay, and I started thrusting like in the videos. As her vagina began to contract, we ejaculated with muffled groans.

When I pulled out, I looked down and saw blood on her vaginal opening and my penis, some mine and some hers. She gently wiped it with her white handkerchief and suddenly burst into tears. I panicked a little, but I knew why, so I turned around and hugged her. I said to her, "You'll be mine forever." She smiled through her tears, "Keep this handkerchief. I don't want to go to university anymore. You'll definitely be successful in the future. Just don't forget me. I just hope this first time was with you." "So what are your plans?" I asked her. "I'll find someone to marry as soon as possible and leave this family," she said bitterly. "Jun, don't forget me," she looked like she was about to cry again. I eventually got into a university in the south, and Hui got into a local teachers' college. During the summer vacation after the college entrance exam, Hui stopped coming to see me. I went to her house to look for her, but her family said she wasn't home. I think she was avoiding me, afraid that a breakup would be even more painful for both of us.

Although we had sex, we didn't indulge in lust. That deep sadness seemed to make us forget about sex.

Chapter 3, Bro

I unexpectedly ran into Qiang again, and we decided to have a drink together. Afterwards, we sat on the old city wall in the east of the city chatting. I told him about Hui from my three years of high school, and he just looked at me without saying anything. I asked him how it went.

He said he didn't have feelings for girls. I joked, "Do you have feelings for boys?" "Yes," he said. I almost fell off the wall.

He met a hoodlum in vocational high school who helped him find someone to take his exams twice, which was kind of him, though he also paid 300 yuan for meals each time. He said the guy lied to him, just wanting to play around. He suddenly looked at me slowly and said, "I'm not a virgin anymore." I held back my laughter. Me neither. He said he didn't mean *that*, and then glanced at me again. My heart skipped a beat. Did you let that hoodlum sleep with you? I felt a pang of jealousy.

Then came an awkward silence. After a long time, I said, "Let's go." He said, "I can do anything Hui can for you." I was stunned. He suddenly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, turned his back to me, and lay face down on the ground, sobbing.

Then he said, "I can treat you like your woman." I went over, hugged him, and pulled him up. "You've had too much to drink. My woman doesn't just take her pants off like that." He turned around, hugged me, and cried. I felt very sad too. In that instant, I suddenly realized that he liked me, and that he was willing to be a woman. My feelings were truly mixed.

That night, I went to his house. His mother was very happy to see me, because I hadn't been here for a long time. I used to come more often when I first started high school, but after Hui came into my second year, I stopped coming. His mother heated up some bath water for us, and we took a shower first. His mother found me a few tank tops that I had to wear, which looked like bodysuits. They teased me about my muscles for a while, and then we sat in their yard chatting.

Qiang's mother hoped that Qiang could study hard and become successful, but Qiang was just wasting his time at vocational high school. So Qiang's mother hoped that Qiang could find a decent job and a girlfriend to settle down, so that she could have a grandchild. But Qiang's mother found that none of Qiang's friends were female. Qiang's mother was very talkative, had a cheerful personality, and seemed optimistic and positive. Qiang was completely unlike her mother. Although Qiang's mother was only in her early forties, she went to the park every morning to practice Tai Chi sword with the other elderly women. She maintained a very good figure.

I asked, "Auntie, many people must be pursuing you." I regretted the question as soon as it left my mouth. Qiang glanced at me fearfully, and I knew I was in trouble. Qiang's mother froze, remaining silent for a long time. Then, as if remembering something, she said to me, "You two should go to sleep early; we can talk more later."

That night, Qiang and I chatted for a while before I said I was going to sleep. Qiang said, "Jun, let's ejaculate again. I really miss your taste." We didn't touch or get intimate, because I wasn't used to it. I took off my underwear myself, and he leaned in, inhaling deeply. He held the base with his right hand, letting his tongue swirl around my glans. I looked at him, knowing how much he loved my penis.

He opened his mouth and slowly took it in and out, repeating the motion. I closed my eyes and felt it, leaning back on the bed, comfortably spreading my legs. Suddenly his head sank down, his tongue circling my testicles. He sucked and spat them out repeatedly, my back started to tingle, my toes itched. Suddenly, his strong tongue pressed against my anus, his soft tongue swirling around it. This was a sensation Hui had never given me. I said, "I'm going to cum, take it in your mouth." He quickly took it in and turned his body so his buttocks faced me.

I reached out and touched his buttocks; they were still white and tender, and his thighs were white too. My hand went from behind him to his crotch and grasped his large penis. It was already incredibly wet. I dipped my middle finger in the sticky liquid and started rubbing it into his anus from behind, then slowly rubbed it inside. I made piston-like movements with my middle finger, feeling my penis already painfully hard. I sat up and made him crawl on the bed like a dog. I smeared some of his fluid on my glans and shaft. I pressed my penis against his anus and forcefully thrust in.

He flipped his right hand over and gripped his buttocks tightly, saying, "Brother Jun, fuck me. I'm sorry, my first time should have been yours." I said it's okay, the past and the future don't matter, just remember that you're mine today, don't forget.

Because we didn't use lubricant, he felt a little pain. I said your anus is so tight, I can't ejaculate at all, just ejaculate in your mouth. I pulled out, and he turned and took it in his mouth, completely ignoring the taste. I also ejaculated a lot. He swallowed every last drop.

He looked up at me and said, "I want to be your woman." I hugged him, grasped his penis with one hand and started stroking it, while inserting my middle finger into his anus and slowly thrusting it in and out. He closed his eyes, "Ah... Brother Jun... I'm about to cum!" I laughed, "Okay, but one day you'll have a woman, a child. At least your mother would want that for you, I can't hurt you." That night, he was as alluring as a woman beside me, I was very moved, but I had a deep worry.

Author's note: Because I'm a beginner, it's mostly a straightforward narrative. This story is purely fictional; please do not take it personally or as it may affect your mental or physical health. Because some netizens have commented that it's "heavy" or "adult," the title has been changed to include this to warn those who might be averse to it. Learning to write is hard work; I need to clearly explain things while also trying to speed things up—it

's a difficult balance. I'm learning as I write. The first five chapters don't include incestuous scenes because it's necessary for setup. Remember those two chapters in "The Fallen Mother"

that didn't have any explicit content? Due to dissatisfaction, the content originally planned for the sixth chapter has been moved forward. Later chapters do include many typical wife-related scenes and child abuse descriptions. While not incestuous, because the story focuses on incest, it's still titled "Incest" and placed in the incest series for easy searching by readers. The "Stew" part implies gradual simmering, meaning the flavor will develop later. I hope readers will support this. If any chapter doesn't contain "Incest," please don't delete the post, even without adding coins, to ensure the story's logical integrity.

Chapter Four, Reunion

Ten years have passed in a flash. During a university break, Qiang visited my school for a while, and we even had a sexual encounter.

But after graduation, we lost touch. This time, when I returned to my hometown, I made a special trip to see Qiang. Qiang had done quite well; he owned a small printing factory and drove an old Honda. He married the daughter of a county secretary-general, a high school teacher in the city, and they had a five-year-old daughter.

He took me to his home, and after exchanging pleasantries with his sister-in-law, Xia, they insisted I stay for dinner and even the night. I wanted to refuse, but Qiang insisted, and Xia said I was Qiang's most cherished friend, even closer than his wife. Having not seen each other for so many years, I agreed. Knowing Qiang's intentions, I didn't pay much attention to Xia's words.

Qiang told me that the three of them lived in a three-bedroom apartment. Initially, Qiang's mother lived with them to help take care of the child, but as the child grew older, Xia and Qiang's mother couldn't get along, so she moved out. Qiang's improved financial situation led him to buy his mother a new house in the old town, which made her very happy. Since there were enough rooms, I decided to stay and didn't think much of it... That evening, Xia was preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Qiangzi and I were chatting and drinking tea in the living room. Qiangzi told me about his marriage to Xia and his small business. Xia came from a modest family; although they were just a town cadre's family, they were wealthier than some county or city leaders.

Xia's grandfather was a retired director of the Quality Supervision Bureau, and her uncle was now the head of the town's police station.

Xia and Qiangzi were in their second marriage; without Qiangzi's help, he wouldn't have been able to marry the beautiful and wealthy Xia. After their marriage, Xia's relatives helped Qiangzi open his current printing factory. He couldn't keep up with the printing business from government agencies, but he had made some money in recent years, and life was pretty good. They had a daughter named Hou Yisi, nicknamed Sisi. I noticed Sisi doodling on a piece of white paper at the dining table next to us, and I asked Qiangzi, "Is your child in an arts school?"

Qiangzi told me that Sisi had been sent to learn piano at the age of four and was already playing quite well. "Sisi, go play that piece for Uncle, 'Für Elise,'" Sisi replied happily, running towards the piano.

Just then, Xia came out of the kitchen and said to us, "Dinner's ready." I said, "Sisi, play after you eat. Let's prepare dinner first." Sisi made a face at me and ran to the kitchen to get the dishes for her mother. Xia's cooking was quite good; the whole table of food was ready in less than an hour. Qiangzi opened a bottle of Moutai, and we chatted as we drank. Soon, we were talking a lot when that familiar piano piece began to play—"Für Elise." The music was soothing and melodious, and Sisi played it beautifully. Looking at her bright, sparkling eyes, her focused gaze on the keys, her pouting red lips, and the tuft of hair tied up on her head swaying gently with the rhythm, I suddenly felt intoxicated and envious of Qiangzi.

After dinner, since we decided to stay, I took a shower, changed my clothes, and sat in the living room while Qiangzi went to take a shower. Just then, Xia finished tidying up the kitchen and brewed a pot of fresh tea, so we sat on the sofa and chatted. We exchanged pleasantries and asked her if being a teacher was tiring. She said she taught Chinese, so it wasn't tiring. It was just a matter of reading the text aloud and writing new words, and most of the time the students had to memorize them on their own.

While she was speaking, I took the opportunity to observe her closely. She did indeed look like a language arts teacher, her light-colored business suit accentuating her mature, curvaceous figure. Her large eyes answered most of the male students' questions. Her slender fingers were perfect for various pointers. Qiangzi was truly blessed. I dared not look too long for fear of being impolite, and was about to change the subject when Qiangzi came out of the bathroom and said, "Xia, you sleep with the child tonight, I'll catch up with Ajun." Xia agreed and went to take a shower.

Qiangzi came over and lit a cigarette. I asked him in a low voice, "How have you been these past few years?" He took a sip of tea and continued, "Keeping women and doing business, although it's not as exciting as watching porn. But marriage is necessary, I'm fulfilling my responsibilities as a man, but I don't know if I'm missing something." Looking at Qiangzi, I knew he had truly grown up; anyone with feelings in their heart will grow up. "Don't be ungrateful," I reminded Qiangzi. Hehe, Qiangzi didn't say anything, but suddenly asked, "Have you finished drinking?" I understood what he meant. "Let's go, let's find another place." We said goodbye to Xia, and I put on a jacket before leaving. Hmm

... Chapter Five: Prostitution

The early autumn evening was already chilly. I followed him for a while, hailed a taxi, and went inside. We arrived at a hotel; the hotel was nicely decorated, looking like a four-star establishment. The third floor was a bar, and the fourth floor was a KTV. Qiang knew the place well; he led me up to the third floor and we sat down in a corner of the bar. We ordered a bottle of Hennessy VSOP.

When the bartender came to open the bottle, he asked Qiang, "Anything else you need?" "Go get two really clean ones, these are my buddies," the bartender whispered. "They're all gone after ten. Really clean ones are available, but they're expensive, four thousand in total, I'll take a thousand." Qiang muttered something, but I didn't hear it. Qiang handed the bartender a wad of cash, and the bartender left.

We drank slowly, very slowly. I knew Qiang had something on his mind.

Qiang suddenly said, "I want a divorce, but I'm scared." I understood what he meant. "Is she seeing someone else?" "Her heart isn't here." "Then get a divorce, but what about the children? What's the other woman like?" "She's their school's PE teacher." "You're afraid of the children, aren't you? Then bring her back to your side." "My marriage was a compromise from the beginning. Deep down, she doesn't respect me." "But you're very good to her, I believe you." "She's a slut!" Qiang said fiercely.

Actually, I thought Xia was nice, just a bit arrogant and needed some discipline, but I didn't say anything.

Suddenly, we drank very quickly, and a bottle was already more than half empty. Then two college-aged girls came over, wearing jeans and large collared jackets, both with short hair and pretty faces. They came over shyly and asked, "Are you Brother Qiang?" Qiang nodded and then said to me, "Let's go upstairs." The bartender came over, said a few words to Qiang, gave him a room key, and we went upstairs.

This was our first time going to a prostitute together. She was indeed a very young and high-class woman, probably a local college student out earning pocket money. One was tall and slender, named Wenjun; the other was of medium height and well-proportioned, named Aying.

Aying and I were having sex. Underneath her coat, she was wearing a very sexy outfit: a camisole and stockings. Nothing new. She routinely gave me oral sex first. I lay on the bed watching her, then glanced at Qiangzi and Wenjun through the window. Wenjun, eyes half-closed, was already vigorously moving up and down Qiangzi's body. Her slender back was the part of my gaze; the perfect curves slid from her shoulders down to her slightly upturned buttocks, then back to Qiangzi's hard lines, like a soft sail bobbing on the waves. With each rhythmic rise and fall, wave after wave of passion seeped into the frenzy of lust.

I seemed to be infected as well. I lifted Aying, pinned her hands behind her back, and pressed her onto the bed, starting to thrust from behind. Then I gently stroked her neck and chest. Aying's breasts were exaggeratedly large, not my preferred size, but the elasticity was just right. I kneaded and pulled them vigorously.

Because I had been drinking, I didn't feel anything in my lower body, only an unbearable hardness.

After about a hundred more thrusts, I was suddenly jolted by Ah Ying's body, a tightness spreading from below. Ah Ying began to convulse, and I pressed down hard on her buttocks, letting her experience the frenzy of orgasm. She began to moan loudly, and then ejaculated profusely. I knew she was a virgin, because older women rarely produce this much fluid. Ah Ying turned to look at me, her face flushed. Seeing that I hadn't ejaculated yet, she was a little shy and bent down to give me oral sex.

I glanced at Qiangzi and saw Wenjun biting her lip, her eyes half-closed, moaning as if she wanted to die. Qiangzi thrust desperately, each thrust harder than the last, as if he had a grudge against Wenjun and wanted to kill her. There was no orgasm, only slightly heavy breathing from the alcohol. Wenjun couldn't take it anymore. She sat up and hugged Qiangzi's waist, twisting her buttocks and grinding her penis against his shaft, suddenly increasing the pace. Her moans stopped abruptly in the air, suppressed in her throat. He was already slumped in Qiangzi's arms.

I knew it was because we'd been drinking that we could last over an hour without ejaculating. Those two girls were in a terrible state. I told Aying, "Let's not ejaculate tonight, let's sleep. I'll ejaculate tomorrow morning." Aying looked at me gratefully, took off her clothes, and ran to the bathroom to shower. Who knows whose sisters they are? I didn't want to ruin his health.

Qiangzi hadn't ejaculated the night before either; we really did have another round the next morning before he finally ejaculated. Then we ate breakfast at the hotel and took a taxi back to Qiangzi's house. By the time we got back, it was past work hours, and we ran into Qiangzi's wife, Axia, coming out of her house. She was wearing a black wool coat and brown high boots, looking very professional—a beautiful Chinese teacher. I greeted her; she had two classes in the morning, so she was leaving.

After Axia left, I noticed Qiangzi's worries and said, "Qiang, do you trust me? Can I sleep with your wife?" "You slut, do whatever you want, we're brothers," I said. "Then it's settled, I'll help you."

Chapter Six, The Secret

We went home and made ourselves a cup of tea. The effects of the alcohol had completely worn off. Qiang said he wanted to go back to the company, and I said, "Give me the address, I'll go visit your mother." I took the gift I had prepared beforehand from my bag, grabbed the address, and went out to catch a ride to Qiang's mother's place. Qiang drove himself to the company; it wasn't on his way, so he didn't drop me off. He said he'd pick me up later that evening.

Qiang's mother lived in an old town area, but in a quiet garden amidst the hustle and bustle—Unit 7, 5th floor of the Cotton Mill residential complex.

I found it easily. Climbing five floors was already a bit tiring; it must have been quite a height for a woman in her fifties.

I rang the doorbell, and a moment later, Qiang's mother came out. "Auntie, A-Jun has come to see you," I bowed and greeted her.

Qiang's mother covered her face, looking very surprised. "A-Jun, it's been ten years! Come in quickly." The apartment was a two-bedroom, one-living room unit, with one bedroom and the other serving as a study but containing a sofa bed.

"Auntie, do you live alone?" I asked, sitting down in the living room. My aunt didn't answer, but brought over a teacup and fruit plate. "Would you like an apple? I'll peel it for you," she said after a moment's thought. "Auntie, you forgot, I don't peel apples," I said. My aunt sat down next to me and started looking at me closely, muttering, "Even more handsome now." I smiled and looked down, then stole a glance at my aunt's outfit: pink socks, black leggings, and a light yellow sweater. Her body still looked healthy and full. I looked up and saw my aunt still staring at me, her eyes still bright and sparkling, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Auntie, this is for you," I said, taking out a small gift box containing a pair of platinum bracelets and a pair of diamond earrings that I had chosen at Chow Tai Fook before I arrived.

My aunt was very pleased. I said, "Try them on." Then I placed my mother's hand on my lap, picked up a bracelet, and put it on her wrist. Her hand was still soft and smooth. "It's beautiful, it suits you perfectly," I said. My mother was too excited to speak. "Let me put the earrings on you too," I said. I approached Qiang's mother, who turned to face me.

I gently touched her earlobe and put an earring on her ear. "You're like my own son," Qiang's mother said happily. "Does Qiang come often after he got married?" I asked. Qiang's mother didn't answer.

Qiang has changed a lot. I talked to Qiang's mother about him, but she remained silent. When I sensed the atmosphere was a bit awkward, she suddenly said, "Ah Jun, I know Qiang and you were very close back then." Her voice was low, almost inaudible, but I knew it was like a thunderclap before a storm. I understood her meaning, and my heart tightened. Qiang's mother didn't continue, suddenly sobbing. "We were just kids, we didn't understand. Now we're grown up," I explained.

"Don't lie to me, I know everything. How is Qiang since you came back?" she asked worriedly.

"We're fine, Auntie," I clarified. "That's good. You know how difficult it is for Qiang, with his personality. These words have been like a heavy stone in my heart all these years. If I hadn't told you, perhaps no one else could have. You and Qiang are like my own sons, I watched you grow up." She sobbed again, sighed after a long time, and then told me her secret.

Qiang's mother had long noticed something was wrong with him because he hadn't had a girlfriend. She had been introducing him to potential partners everywhere. At first, Qiang pretended to agree, but then he disappeared. After I went to university, every summer vacation, Qiang would find various excuses to come to our school.

Qiang's mother became suspicious and gradually became convinced. Qiang's mother finally decided to have a serious talk with Qiang. It was during that talk that Qiang's mother said a lot about sex and love, as if she had suddenly said things that she was ashamed to say to her child before. Qiang just listened quietly, then buried his face in her arms and cried, then cried loudly, and finally called out "Mom," "Mom." She was really heartbroken. She was an experienced woman, what did she care about? But seeing a twenty-something adult crying like a three-year-old child shattered her heart. This was a life lesson that the mother hadn't taught her child, and she decided to make up for it.

She stripped naked in front of her son, then stripped him naked. She touched her son's penis and kissed it until it became erect. She grabbed her son's hand and touched her breasts, then grabbed his fingers and inserted them into her vagina, the vagina of this unfit mother. She even used her hands to spread open her dark purple labia. She swayed her plump, fleshy buttocks in front of her son, enticing him to penetrate her. But after a few thrusts, he ejaculated, and she couldn't see his excitement or cries of orgasm. She felt somewhat frustrated. Her only hope was that Qiang enjoyed playing with her anus, which surprisingly gave her a strange feeling.

The second time, she performed oral sex on her son more earnestly, licking from his anus to the glans and then moving it piston-like. To let her son experience the pleasure a woman could bring, she also tried inserting her tongue into his anus, spitting all over it, and then inserting her fingers. While inserting her fingers, she licked his penis with her tongue, making vigorous piston-like movements. Finally, her son grabbed her head and forcefully thrust his hips into her mouth, finally ejaculating with a low growl into her mouth. She was very happy because she felt her son was becoming a man, even though she had turned herself into a slut to achieve this.

However, she was still unsure whether her son's ejaculation was due to her oral sex or her fingering his anus. Which one was more important? She later carefully reflected on it and came to a conclusion.

Her son actually preferred her oral sex; the intense pleasure from his wet mother's tongue made him ejaculate faster and more violently. While he also showed pleasure from simply using his fingers on her anus, he often suffered from pain due to insufficient lubrication. He said it hurt even more when he defecated afterwards.

More importantly, she wanted her son to experience more pleasure while fucking her. Only then would everything she did have meaning. That day, Qiang woke up late. She saw his huge penis pushing the blanket high on the bed, and she thought it was time. She threw back the blanket, stripped naked, and chose a position where she sat on top of her son. She

slowly moved onto his penis; there was no dryness because she was already soaking wet. As she began to rotate her plump buttocks, her son woke up, called out "Mommy," and hugged her, sucking on her breasts. That position felt incredibly pleasurable. Soon, the muscles in her vagina began to contract, tightly gripping her son's penis.

She felt the world spinning; she began to cry; her soul ascended to the sky; she was going to die. After ejaculating, the son clung tightly to his mother, saying, "Mom, I've never experienced such pleasure. I'm so happy, this is something no man can give me." "Mom, can I fuck your ass too, Mom?" he asked, kissing her lips forcefully.

"What's wrong with that? For you, Mom would die for you." Qiang continued kissing his mother, sticking out his tongue, the same tongue that had just licked his anus, still tingling. With her mouth in his, she felt like she was experiencing love again.

Later, the son prepared a lot of lubricant, intending to fuck her anus. But no matter how much lubricant, it didn't work; the moment his penis entered her anus, there was a tearing pain that she couldn't bear. Seeing her in so much pain, her son gave up. But beyond the inexplicable pain, she felt a strange anticipation of trying.

In the end, she couldn't let her son compare the pleasure of anal and vaginal penetration, but at least she let him experience the wonder of a woman's vagina. Later, Qiang also started having relationships with women, which brought her comfort.

Qiang's mother told me all this in one breath, saying things a woman would never say, like a whore who had given up everything. But she also seemed like a thief who had confessed, with a nonchalant ease. Later, I asked, "Later, Qiang got a girlfriend, but he still wanted to sleep with me. I refused because I felt I had completed my mission; anything further would be the abyss, and it would harm him." "Jun, is Auntie really shameless now, even less than a prostitute?" I said, "No, that's part of maternal love, perhaps an overcorrection. I actually think you're a very great mother." When I said that, this fifty-year-old woman seemed like a fifteen-year-old girl in my presence, suddenly displaying a restraint and shame after her confession.

"Actually, ever since Qiang's father left us, I've been living like a widow. Aside from my relationship with Qiang, I haven't touched any other man," I said. "I don't know what Qiang thinks, but now he's very filial, which means he understands everything.

You don't mind if I tell you what's on my mind, do you?"

Chapter Seven: Confession

Looking at Qiang's mother, who was as shy as a young girl, I suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of affection. No amount of alluring women could distract me, but this mother before me, who was so foolish as to commit incest for her son, her face flushed with shame, stirred my heart.

"Actually, my mother and I also had that kind of relationship. I understand." This was the first time in my life I had opened my heart, telling the story deep within my soul.

Qiang's mother wanted me to help Qiang return to normal male-female sexuality and bravely confess my feelings.

And my subsequent confession? It was because at that moment, I had truly fallen for this fifty-year-old woman.

"Ah?" Qiang's mother was surprised and excited, her expression strange yet endearing.

"Although my mother didn't let me penetrate her vagina, she did give me oral sex, and letting me use my fingers on her vagina and anus could be considered incestuous and rebellious." I began to calmly and slowly recount my story. Qiang's mother listened quietly, not daring to utter a sound of agreement.

It was one day after school when I was in elementary school. When I got home, the door was accidentally unlocked. When I pushed the door open into the living room, I unexpectedly saw my parents having sex. But I didn't quite understand. My mother wasn't lying face down; she was bent over on the kang (a heated brick bed), her hands and feet propped up on the kang, her knees straight. My father was kneeling between my mother's legs, earnestly licking her, from her labia to her anus.

I was looking into their bedroom from the living room window, because the living room and their bedroom were connected. I could hear their heavy breathing. At that time, although I couldn't accurately say what they were doing, I had a particularly dirty feeling in my heart, because in my heart, my mother was incredibly pure.

I didn't watch any further, because I felt that the whole world in my heart had suddenly changed, completely changed.

My mother, who used to lecture me every day, was like a female dog, bending over with her buttocks and labia exposed, doing what I vaguely believed to be the dirtiest thing in the world. I ran away, ran a long way, I couldn't understand it, and I didn't want to go home.

But when it got dark, I had to go home.

When I got home, my parents already knew what had happened from the noise I made running out. They chose to remain silent, only my mother secretly asked me, "What did you see?" I didn't answer, I just glared at her fiercely.

After that, I didn't listen to my mother at all, no matter what she said. I didn't want to go home after school, I almost became a wild child, even though my grades at school were okay.

During my middle school years, my father became a company boss and was often away from home.

My mother seemed to want to improve our relationship. She said to me, "Since your dad isn't coming home, why don't you sleep in my room? It's awfully cold in your room." She asked me to sleep in her room with her at night. Although I didn't mind, since my mother's room had a stove, I agreed.

There was nothing wrong with a mother and son sleeping on the same kang (heated brick bed), but one night something happened that changed my life forever.

That night, I woke up in the middle of the night to pee. Looking back at my mother, who was sleeping face down with her back to me, I noticed that her thighs and buttocks were sticking out of the blanket because she was so hot. I wanted to pull the blanket up for her, but my thoughts changed at that moment.

At that time, my mother was a renowned beauty, while my father was a notorious scoundrel. My father was able to marry my mother because of his boldness; he dared to do things that his peers wouldn't. Although my mother was already thirty-five when I was in junior high school, she was still 1.66 meters tall and slender, with a slender figure, firm and elastic breasts, and a pert, tender bottom. Most men would drool over her. Plus, my mother had very fair skin; she was a rare beauty. That's what I think now, but back then, I just thought of her as my mother, very pretty, and didn't think much more about it.

I was in junior high school then, and I often watched pornographic videos. I knew about sex, but I had never seen what a real woman looked like. Curiosity drove me to want to see what my mother's private parts looked like.

I secretly peeked up from under my mother's panties, but all I could see was dark pubic hair. Then I grew bolder. I tried to pull down my mother's loose panties, and surprisingly, I did it easily.

I was incredibly excited; my heart was pounding. I was afraid my mother would find out. Although I often disobeyed her, I was still very afraid of her.

My mother then turned over and lay flat on her back, pulling the blanket over herself, but she didn't wake up.

Her legs were naturally spread apart, exposing her genitals. I wanted to touch them, so I reached out and touched the red labia majora between the dark pubic hair. My mother's legs moved slightly, but she didn't wake up.

I had to penetrate her and see what it looked like. My lust made me willing to become a bastard. My hand began to part her labia and try to insert it, downwards, but couldn't go in. As I tried to go further down, my hand was suddenly grabbed by another hand. "Ugh!" I instinctively jerked back, seeing my mother staring at me in surprise.

After a moment of silence, my mother said, "Come here." I told her, "What did you see that day? Why did you hate me so much?" Unexpectedly, my mother asked me about what happened back then. Actually, I'm completely different now, more mature, and I've fully accepted those things.

"I just want to know what it was like, okay?" I said coldly, using a question as an answer.

"Why?" my mother asked, puzzled.

"I just want to know, what's the 'why'? If you won't tell me, fine, I'll ask someone else." I showed no sign of submission or remorse.

"Okay, I'll show you, but you can't tell anyone." My mother lay down, indicating that I could.

I crawled over and carefully parted my mother's labia. Although my mother agreed, I was still so nervous. My hands were trembling. My mother bent her legs to bring me closer to her. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and guided my middle finger into her vagina. I felt her juices flowing out, but without her hand, I couldn't find the hidden opening.

I started imitating the movements in the video, using my hand to probe and thrust. I saw my mother half-close her eyes, moaning weakly. Her hand gripped mine tightly as she began to move herself, thrusting in and out. Later, I realized it wasn't me moving; it was her moving. Her waist twisted, and because my mother was very slender with a prominent buttocks, the movements appeared exaggerated. Every time my index finger entered her vagina, my hand would slap against her protruding pubic bone, making a slapping sound. What a slutty mother.

That night, I saw a wanton mother. Afterward, she hugged me, begging me not to blame her, and then said many bad things about my father. I was fine, but my dick was rock hard. I asked my mom what to do, and this slutty mom looked at me with feigned pain and said, "Son, no, semen is the most important thing for a man. Don't waste it, save it up." But a moment later, she bent down and took my penis into her mouth, like a baby sucking on a lollipop, happily starting to thrust headfirst. In less than two minutes, my semen gushed out. This lewd mother drank it all down like milk.

It was really difficult for me to recall and narrate this, and it was all broken and intermittent. Qiang's mother asked me, "Later, your mother let you insert your fingers into her anus?" I continued, explaining that at the time, my mother was afraid that my father would have affairs, so she would satisfy whatever my father asked for. But in the end, what she feared always came true. In the perverted sex between my father and her, she became obsessed with the humiliation and abuse my father inflicted on her anus, and she could find self-satisfaction and pleasure in anal sex.

That was when my father was often away from home. She would use the excuse of fulfilling some small requests of mine to tease me, but more importantly, it was to release and satisfy her sexual desires without anyone else knowing.

The most memorable time was when she let me insert my finger into her vagina, while she herself inserted one finger into her anus from behind. My finger, which was inserted into her vagina, could touch her finger through the vaginal wall. Seeing her pained expression, I was curious and asked, "Mom, is your anus itchy? Do you want me to help you?" "Itchy, no, ah, you can put it in." My mother was in a semi-hysterical state.

I pulled out her labored hand and tentatively inserted my right index finger. Strangely, my mother's anus was also wet and soft. My two index fingers met in my mother's vagina and anus through a membrane.

I began thrusting, and my mother, like a music box that had been opened, started moaning and groaning, "Ah, fuck my slutty cunt, fuck my little slutty cunt, fuck me to death, ah, I can't take it anymore, son." I was astonished that inserting my fingers into my mother's anus had such a strange effect on her.

I had to admit my mother's promiscuity; perhaps promiscuity flowed in my veins too. I seemed to understand matters between men and women earlier than my peers; I had my own thoughts, preferences, and discernment. I didn't like my mother because her sex only brought foolish and simple pleasure.

But sex with love is different. Like the sex that Qiang's mother gave Qiang, it brought him a positive and uplifting life.

Qiang's mother listened to my confession, my insights, very carefully. The look in her eyes was no longer that of a wounded woman; her eyes revealed the beauty of a mature woman. We seemed to see right through each other, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. We both knew what kind of desire lay behind this frankness.

Chapter Eight, Falling in Love

. I embraced Qiang's mother.

As expected, she didn't resist, struggle, or question.

We seemed to understand each other, and I bent down to kiss Qiang's mother's lips.

After a long while, two greedy tongues intertwined.

I felt a passionate body surge towards me. I turned and picked her up, carrying her into her bedroom. I stripped off our clothes and laid my white undershirt beneath her.

She, Qiang's mother, my bride at this moment, was as nervous as a virgin, her legs curled up, her eyes slightly closed, her breathing shallow.

My hands gently caressed her entire body, from her earlobes to her cheeks, from her neck to her breasts, from her nipples to her navel, from her pubic hair to her pubic bone, carefully caressing every inch of her skin, every pore. Though past her prime, she still possessed a captivating charm; her skin remained fair and smooth, though not as delicate as a young girl's, it had a mature allure.

Qiang's mother was probably less than 1.6 meters tall, slightly plump, but with a very taut waist. Her breasts were exceptionally large, likely a 40D, enough to burst the eye.

When my fingertips touched that clam shell, I was surprised to find that glistening vaginal fluid was already flowing freely like a river. But the virgin bride I wanted today wasn't that ripe clam shell, but that unopened chrysanthemum bud.

A virgin bride. I lifted Qiang's mother's legs and saw that tightly closed, wrinkled little hole. I guided the stream to her chrysanthemum.

Qiang's mother seemed to know my intention, and a look of fear appeared in her eyes. But she still obeyed with an expression of resignation.

I slowly inserted a finger first, and then pulled it out, each time bringing some vaginal fluid with it. Soon it was fully lubricated, and the in-and-out movement of my finger made Qiang's mother groan uncontrollably. Throughout the process, I tried not to touch her already erect clitoris, keeping her aroused but unable to release her desire. When the insertion and withdrawal of my fingers had taught Qiang's mother the rhythm of her anal contractions, I began to dilate her anus. I inserted two fingers and lubricated them thoroughly with her vaginal fluid. I patiently waited for Qiang's mother's anus to learn to contract and relax on its own. Then I began to use the index fingers of both hands to probe inside and then spread her anus apart. Just as Qiang's mother was about to reach her limit of endurance from my anal training, I pulled out my fingers and began to tease the chrysanthemum that was about to be penetrated by me with my tongue. "Ah..." Qiang's mother let out a deep sound from her body.

I picked up Qiang's mother and gestured for her to sit on my penis so that she could take the lead and use the techniques I had just taught her without getting hurt.

She stepped over my body and saw my penis, her surprise evident. "No, absolutely not, it will break." Indeed, this penis, as thick as a baby's forearm, was something her husband and Qiangzi did not have, and she had naturally never experienced.

"Trust me, sit down," I encouraged her. Her burning desire could not be deterred by this penis. She slowly sat down, straining like she was defecating.

As the head of my penis entered, I grabbed her plump buttocks and thrust upwards forcefully. Qiang's mother screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "It hurts!" I held her still, waiting for her cries to subside. She was saying, "Please, please." She didn't want me to pull out. I began to slowly thrust, smearing the stream water on the back of my withdrawn penis, gradually making it more lubricated. Her intestinal walls began to secrete mucus as if she needed to defecate.

The thrusting became faster and faster, and I could hear loud slapping against her large buttocks. Then I started inserting my fingers into her vagina, my thumb pressing against her vaginal opening.

The penis inside her anus was already at its maximum forward extension, each thrust hitting Qiang's mother's hard stool.

"Ah, Jun, fuck me, fuck me to death, I can't take it anymore!"

"Ah, Qiangzi, Mom is a slut!" Qiang's mother began to ramble incoherently.

The vaginal canal I was pressing with my thumb began to spasm. I quickly pulled my finger out of her vagina, and a gush of fluid spurted out. I increased the pressure with my thumb, and another gush of fluid spurted out—it was squirting. I think this was Qiang's mother's first time experiencing this. A woman who has ejaculated is like a puddle of mud, but at this moment, you can't leave her body.

I laid Qiang's mother on her side, and I lay down behind her, my penis still inside her

anus. This penetration was revolutionary. I asked Qiang's mother, "Does it hurt? My little darling?" "It hurt at first, but it's okay now. Am I your darling?" I started kissing her hair, ears, and cheeks from behind. "I've taken your virginity. You're mine from now on." Qiang's mother choked up when she heard me say this, so I stopped talking. Was there really a future?

But I knew that when I penetrated her anus, I had also penetrated her soul. She was already my darling.

I pulled my penis out and picked her up from behind. "Come on, baby, let's go to the toilet." I carried her to the toilet seat, holding her like I was holding a baby to poop.

"Stop it, put me down," Qiang's mother said coquettishly in my arms.

"To prove you're my little darling."

"At this moment, her poop really did peek out of her anus." Of course, it wasn't intentional on Qiang's mother's part; it was because her anus was slightly incontinent after I had just finished with her.

Qiang's mother quickly covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, and I watched as a large black string slipped out and fell into the toilet.

I flushed the toilet and put her down without wiping her bottom.

We took a hot shower together and cuddled for a while. Then the phone rang in the living room, and I realized it was already past four in the afternoon.

It was Qiang calling, saying he would be there in an hour. I sat in the living room, and Qiang's mother tidied up the house, changed her clothes, and came out. She sat down beside me and lay down in my arms. She was like a fifteen-year-old girl who had just lost her virginity, extremely shy.

"Was it comfortable just now?" I asked Qiang's mother. "That feels so good! How did you do that? I've never felt anything like this before. This is a real orgasm, isn't it? You didn't even ejaculate?" Actually, I had just ejaculated yesterday, so my sex drive wasn't strong. I only deflowered Qiang's mother today to possess her. She clearly loved that crazy feeling.

"Come here and suck me," I pleaded. Qiang's mother unzipped my pants, revealing my still hard and hot penis. She brought it up, smelled it, and then happily took it in, her tongue swirling around, the head thrusting deep down. I was about to climax when I reached down and pulled out her two large breasts from her collar. Qiang's mother cleverly used her breasts to create a cleavage. I inserted myself from below, lubricating with saliva. I said, "Qiang's mother, you know so much! Do you watch porn?" Qiang's mother smiled and replied, "Don't ask anymore," which was a tacit agreement. I

was about to ejaculate, so I pulled Qiang's mother's head away. She stared at me with wide eyes and her mouth agape. I started masturbating in front of her, then ejaculated into her mouth, getting it all over her face, hair, and clothes. Qiangmu swallowed the semen in her mouth, then cleaned the rest of the semen with her hands and tongue, finally running to the bathroom to clean the semen from her hair in front of the mirror.

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