[Urban] Wenze's Road to Sexual Happiness (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 19

"Splash, splash..."

The sound of water came from the bathroom; Xu Rou was taking a shower. Wen Ze had wanted to come in and take a bath together, but Xu Rou had locked the door. She was still reeling from the embarrassing position she'd been put in front of the TV, and absolutely refused to take a bath with him now.

Looking at his watch, it was late, and he didn't want to explain to his mother if he didn't go home soon. Wen Ze suppressed his wicked thoughts and waited for Xu Rou to come out before going in to shower himself. Walking to the center of the room, Xu Rou felt embarrassed by the messy sheets on the bed. She quickly dressed, said goodbye to the bathroom, and left. Wen Ze agreed, finished showering, went downstairs to pay, and took a taxi home. When she

arrived at her apartment building, Xu Rou locked her car and carefully carried the roses upstairs. Once inside, she found a vase, poured some water, and arranged the flowers in it. Standing beside it, she liked them more and more, and thinking of the person who sent the flowers, she sent him a few text messages.

"Wenze, are you home yet?"

"Just got home, how about you?"

"I'm home too, just put the flowers away. Thank you for sending me such beautiful flowers."

"You're welcome. Didn't you already return the favor? Hehe, beautiful flowers can only be given to beautiful people, that's how they match, right, my little rose auntie!"

"Sweet talk again, but I love hearing it, hehe."

"If you like me, say it every day. Go to sleep now, or you'll get pimples on your face, and then you won't be pretty."

"Okay, goodnight."

Speaking of sleep, Xu Rou's mind conjured up a scene of her and Wenze's bodies intertwined on the hotel bed. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but send another message, "I'm so 3 tonight, thank you Wenze, kiss~" "If you were wearing stockings, goodnight, kiss your beautiful legs, kiss~" Wenze was overjoyed by Xu Rou's proactive confession and raised his fist, waving it in the air.

Xu Rou moved the vase to the bedside table, lay on the bed and looked at it for a while, feeling sweet inside. "Wenze, I'll make you even more '3' in the future. You like looking at stockings, right? Then I'll wear them every day so you can see them to your heart's content!" "Oh, I'm so embarrassed, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to sleep..."

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"Sun Peng, are you done? Another twenty minutes? Hurry up, I just finished checking here and everything's fine. When you're done, come over and we'll eat together. Where? Hmm... let's go to Yindang's place, yes, the one across from your sister-in-law's hospital. I'll call your sister-in-law over too. I'll go reserve a table first. See who else you want to invite, come over together, hurry up!"

That day, Li Xinghua and Sun Peng went to their respective construction sites to check on the progress of the projects they were responsible for. Their construction sites were very close, and it was almost noon, so Li Xinghua invited Sun Peng to eat together. Since the restaurant was across from Anya's hospital, it was natural to invite her too.

Ten minutes later, Sun Peng instructed the staff that the rainy season was coming soon and they needed to speed up the work to avoid frequent stoppages, which would cause delays. He also reminded them not to break any water pipes before hurriedly driving away. On the way, he called Li Xinghua to say he would be there soon after finishing his work. After hanging up, he casually checked his call history and saw Wen Ze's number. He remembered asking Wen Ze for help last time. "Right, I should invite Wen Ze to come along. I haven't thanked him yet. Let's have lunch together."

The car turned a corner and headed straight for Wen Ze's workplace. When they arrived at the building, Sun Peng called Wen Ze to come down and invite him to lunch. Wen Ze agreed and came over. It was almost time to leave work anyway, so leaving a little early wouldn't hurt.

"Uncle, why are you treating me to lunch today? I'm so embarrassed. Where's your driver? Why did you personally drive to pick me up? I'm not used to such high treatment,"

Wen Ze joked as soon as he got in the car. He and Sun Peng had a good relationship.

“The driver is away on a business trip. You helped me a lot last time, so it's only right that I treat you to a meal. Hehe, you're being so polite with me.”

Sun Peng nudged Wen Ze with his elbow with a smile.

“Of course, you should be polite when you should be. Hehe, who's coming for lunch? It can't just be the two of us, can it?”

“There are two other people. One is my colleague, who is also the company's vice president. You can call him President Li. His wife is coming too, so there will be four people at a table.”

“Oh, are you having a get

-together today? President Li brought his wife?” “No, we've started construction again recently. President Li and I both have construction sites near that restaurant, so we had lunch together. There's a hospital across from the restaurant, the one I stayed at last time. His wife works there, so we invited her along. By the way, you know his wife too, she's Dr. An. She treated me when I was hospitalized with a broken bone, remember?”

“Dr. An? You mean An Ya?”

Wen Ze was surprised. What a coincidence?

“Yes, wow, you even know her name?”

Sun Peng was somewhat surprised.

"Huh? Oh, I went to the hospital last time to photocopy your medical records, and I didn't know where to go, so I asked her. I only knew her name by seeing her work ID. It's nothing special. Besides, there are doctors' profiles on the hospital wall. I know not only their names, but also their birthdates and education levels, haha."

Wenze quickly covered up, thank goodness, he almost let it slip.

"Oh, I see. Right, right, I forgot, there are profiles on the wall. I was wondering how you knew her name. Are you close to her? I was just wondering."

Sun Peng suddenly realized.

"Haha, what's there to be close to her? I don't see her for treatment."

Wenze thought that they weren't close now, but they probably would be later...

"Yeah, it's best never to see her. Who wants to see a doctor? Hahaha..."

Wenze also laughed. An Ya was actually Sun Peng's colleague's wife. What a coincidence. He had to take a good look later to see what that man with two green hats looked like, hehe. And what kind of expression would An Ya have when she saw him? Was it the thought of having something on me that made her panic, or the thought of my penis immediately getting wet? Hahaha, I'm getting wicked again.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the two got out of the car and went straight inside. The restaurant was doing well; it was lunchtime, and every table was full. Li Xinghua's driver was also busy, so he took a taxi. Although he arrived early, he only managed to get a table in a corner. Anya was already there, sitting with her back to the door. Anya

hadn't wanted to come today after hearing that Sun Peng was there. After what happened last time, Li Xinghua had talked to her, saying that Sun Peng finding another woman was his own business and had nothing to do with her. He hadn't offended her, so why was she giving him the cold shoulder? Anya later felt she had gone too far. She had been so angry with Li Xinghua those days that she was blinded by rage, getting angry at any man's infidelity. Sun Peng had just gotten himself into trouble. Was she acting crazy? It's none of my business how they manage their family affairs. I'm already being kind by not being scolded for meddling. I didn't want to come today because I was embarrassed to see Sun Peng, but then I remembered my husband said he'd take me. If I didn't come, Sun Peng would think I had a problem with him, so I came.

"Hey, over here!"

Li Xinghua called out and waved. Anya saw her husband waving and got up, turning around to greet Sun Peng. She'd been so cold to him at home last time; this time she had to be more enthusiastic.

Today, Anya wore a light blue sleeveless silk blouse. The semi-transparent silk revealed a white bra underneath, and the low neckline showed a deep cleavage. Her round buttocks were encased in a black knee-length skirt, and her snow-white legs were covered in flesh-colored stockings, paired with white high heels. She exuded a mature and voluptuous woman's charm. She smiled towards the door, about to speak, but her smile froze when she saw the man next to Sun Peng.

It's him! It's him! What's going on! How could it be him! How did he get here? How did he end up with Sun Peng? Right, last time at the hospital he said he was Sun Peng's relative, so what's he doing here with Sun Peng now? Did he tell Sun Peng about me and my son, and Sun Peng is holding a grudge against me for my attitude last time, thinking I had the nerve to lecture others after doing it with my son, so he came here to report me to my husband and get revenge?

A series of terrifying thoughts flashed through Anya's mind. She stared at the two of them coming over, and finally mustered up the courage to extend her trembling hand to Sun Peng, "You're here, have a seat..."

"Oh, okay, you sit too, sister-in-law. Wenze, you sit inside."

Sun Peng was a little surprised. He had thought Anya would still be so cold to him, but she had become so enthusiastic. It seemed that Li Xinghua's counseling had worked well. Well, that's good.

"Let me introduce you. This is Wenze, my wife's nephew. He's the one who helped me photocopy my medical records at the hospital last time. You know him, right, sister-in-law? Hehe..."

Sun Peng sat down and began to introduce them.

"Huh? Oh..."

Anya stammered in agreement. Sun Peng's casual smile was like a bolt from the blue to her. She believed that Sun Peng really knew about her and her son's affair. Otherwise, how could she not know Wenze? There must be another meaning behind Sun Peng's smile. Oh my god, I'm doomed, my husband will find out, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do...

"What's wrong, sister-in-law? Still hesitating and uncertain? Wenze is a handsome young man, you can't forget him so quickly, hahaha..."

Sun Peng joked casually, but Anya's face grew paler and paler. She was certain that Sun Peng really knew, and her mind went blank.

"Yes, Dr. An, didn't I just come to see you a few days ago? If you hadn't told me where the medical insurance office was, where would I have found it? Speaking of which, I should thank you properly."

Wenze looked at Anya seriously.

"Ah? Oh, yes, yes, look at my brain, I've been so busy with patients lately, I'm completely overwhelmed. You're that guy named..."

Anya breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to think, and put her hand to her forehead. She was so flustered just now that her mind went blank. This man... oh, his name is Wenze. Whether Wenze has told Sun Peng about her or not is another matter, but it seems he doesn't want to expose her. She needs to get back to normal quickly, lest her husband notice anything amiss.

"My name is Wenze. This must be President Li, hello."

Wenze shook hands with Li Xinghua, thinking that it was a pity Anya wasn't an actress. Last time, when she was having sex with her son, she used the excuse of a stomachache to fool President Li. Now, I just gave her a way out by mentioning that I saw her at the hospital last time, and she quickly backed down. Her complexion is normal too. Impressive!

"Hello, Wenze, don't be so polite. Come on, eat, eat, eat. We've been talking for so long the food's getting cold. Let's eat and chat."

Li Xinghua picked up a piece of food. "Hmm, it tastes really good. No wonder there are so many people here."

"Yeah, I've heard this place is good too. This is my first time here. I have to thank Brother Li for finding such a great place."

Sun Peng chimed in.

"Right? Then you should thank me. I'm not going to the construction site this afternoon. You can finish my part too."

"Uh... never mind, I didn't say anything..."

Li Xinghua and Sun Peng joked, but Wenze didn't say anything. He looked at Anya across from him. She was eating with her head down, looking uncomfortably down, occasionally glancing up before quickly looking down again. Wenze suddenly had the idea to tease her. He and Anya were sitting inside, the table in the corner against the wall. He secretly reached down and threw a bottle cap, then quickly groped Anya's thigh.

Anya shuddered as if she'd been electrocuted. Although her husband hadn't seen Wenze touch her, he was still terrified. "That bastard! My husband's right here, and he dares to do this!

" "What's wrong? Why are you shaking?"

Li Xinghua was baffled by Anya's shudder.

"Ah? Hey? Oh, it looks like a mouse touched my foot, it scared me."

In her panic, Anya made up a terrible excuse.

"Oh, sorry, it's my fault. I knocked the bottle cap off, and it rolled onto Dr. An's foot, scaring her."

Wenze quickly admitted his "mistake." This young woman's thighs were so smooth!

"Look at you, how embarrassing! You're a grown woman, even if it were a mouse, you wouldn't be trembling with fear. Besides, if mice ran into the restaurant lobby, who would want to eat here? Don't you even use your brain..."

Li Xinghua, used to lecturing people as a leader, and with their relationship having improved considerably, began his usual nagging.

"Don't say that, Brother Li. Your wife is a woman, and women aren't afraid of mice, it's normal! Come on, eat!"

Sun Peng quickly changed the subject. Brother Li, your nagging habit is really bad. If I hadn't interrupted you, your wife would probably have argued with you again when she got home. You've only just reconciled with her, so don't be so presumptuous.

Anya glared angrily at Wenze, and seeing him still smiling, she became even angrier. She put down her chopsticks and stopped eating, getting up and heading towards the restroom. Who knows what he'd do if she ate any longer? At least I'll avoid him.

When she reached the restroom door, Anya stood by the sink, thinking of an excuse to leave. Just then, Wenze followed her. "Dr. An, where are you going?"

"You! What are you doing here?"

Anya was startled and turned to hide in the women's restroom.

"Don't go!"

Wenze stopped Anya first. "Dr. Anya, I came with you because I missed you. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"You! You pervert!"

Anya's chest heaved with anger as she muttered a curse in a low voice.

"Look at you, cursing again. Watch your manners! Fine, since you call me a pervert, I'll show you!"

With that, Wenze grabbed Anya and kissed her lips! His right hand quickly lifted her skirt, stroking her smooth buttocks covered in stockings.

"Mmm..."

Anya's eyes widened in surprise. She didn't expect Wenze to dare kiss her here. She shook her head violently to escape Wenze's lips. "No...no...not here..."

"Not here? Then where is it okay? Feel me, how hard I am!"

Wenze teased her lewdly, grabbing her hand and pulling it into his pants. Seeing Anya's absent-minded look while eating had already aroused him. He followed her to the restroom, his penis already hard from excitement. Seeing no one around, he couldn't resist hugging and kissing her. But it was just a kiss; he knew it wasn't safe. The restrooms were crowded at lunchtime, no place for sex. Besides, her husband was still out; it would be too late to explain. But he couldn't miss the chance to tease her.

"No…not today…I…I'm on my period…"

Anya's hand was grabbed and touched by his erect penis. It was so big, so hot. Was this guy planning to have sex with her right now? Forced into a corner, she whispered that she had her period.

"Really? Let me check."

Wenze reached down to Anya's crotch and felt a sanitary napkin. "It's quite thick. Looks like your flow is heavy. Is it because you've been having sex with your son a lot that your period is so heavy? Too bad, we can't do anything."

"Don't talk about me and my son!"

Anya blushed deeply at his words. She was somewhat relieved that she had started her period today, otherwise this beastly guy might have actually dared to take advantage of her right there.

"What are you doing, Wenze? Still not done?"

Sun Peng walked over and saw Wenze standing at the toilet door, looking puzzled. He turned to look at Anya. "Why are you washing your face, sister-in-law? It's so hot."

"Ah, yes, it's too stuffy in here. I'm washing my face to cool it down."

Anya was startled by Sun Peng's sudden arrival. She was talking to Wenze, but her face was burning red. If Sun Peng saw this, she didn't know what he would think. So, as soon as she heard Sun Peng's voice, she quickly turned around and turned on the tap to cool her burning cheeks with cold water.

"It's quite hot today. I felt stuffy at the construction site this morning. By the way, sister-in-law, could you help me get a sick leave certificate? A friend of mine needs to take a month's sick leave from work. You see..."

Sun Peng didn't doubt Anya's words. He thought Anya's attitude towards him was okay today, so he wanted to ask her for a favor.

"Oh, okay, I'll give you the card once I get to work."

An Ya breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully she hadn't been discovered.

"Thank you in advance, sister-in-law. You two go ahead and eat. I just came to tell you that I just got a call that a leader is going to inspect the construction site this afternoon, and Brother Li and I have to go there now to prepare. Sigh, can't even we have a peaceful meal. Wenze, are you free later? I'll have to trouble you again this time. Go with Dr. An to get the sick leave slip, and I'll pick it up from your workplace this afternoon. Here, I can't see you off, you'll have to take a taxi home later."

Sun Peng smiled apologetically and took out his wallet to give Wenze taxi fare.

"No need, no need, I have enough. Do you still need your uncle to pay for the fare? Don't worry, I'll get it and wait for you at work in a bit."

"Hehe, you little rascal, alright, I'm leaving now. Sister-in-law, Brother Li took a taxi to the construction site first and asked me to say goodbye to you. Goodbye!"

"Oh, goodbye."

Sun Peng hurriedly left. An Ya glanced at Wen Ze and saw that he seemed to want to hug her again, so she was frightened and quickly ran out.

Back at the table, neither of them spoke. One had a worried look on his face, while the other had a smile on his face as they ate their meal. The restaurant was crowded, and Wen Ze didn't cause any trouble. The two finished their meal quietly and went into the hospital one after the other. Wen Ze followed behind An Ya all the way, enjoying the view of her graceful figure. When they went up the stairs, he followed behind, feasting his eyes on the glimpses of An Ya's stockinged thighs that were partially revealed by the slit in her skirt as she lifted her leg to go up the stairs.

It was already working hours, and the corridor was bustling with people. After going upstairs, Wenze went to the restroom first. He unzipped his pants, took out his penis, and shook it regretfully. "Second brother, I'm sorry, she got her period today, so I can't let you eat abalone. I was thinking of going to the rooftop to reminisce, but it's a pity."

After urinating, Wenze heard a commotion in the corridor. He went over and saw Anya being blocked in front of the office door by a man, looking helpless as she explained something.

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it! My dad's knee was ruined by your hospital! Don't think you can get away with this without paying compensation!"

a man with an angry face shouted loudly.

"Don't shout like that. Impulsiveness won't solve anything. I didn't perform your dad's surgery. I need to understand the situation first..."

Anya didn't argue loudly but explained in a calm tone, but in the other party's eyes, this was a sign of being in the wrong.

"Don't try to cheat me! You doctors are all just trying to fool us patients. Do you know how hard it is for us to be hospitalized? We've paid so much money, not for you to play around with. You're not leaving until you pay up!"

The man's voice grew louder.

There were quite a few onlookers, many of them male patients who usually paid close attention to the beautiful female doctor. Now, they watched with interest as her face flushed red with anger, finding her even more intriguing.

"You need to be reasonable. I'm not ignoring it, but I didn't perform the surgery, so I need to find out the details first. If our hospital is at fault, we won't shirk responsibility..."

Anya was somewhat angry at the man's words. Her father had been very troublesome since being hospitalized. He had undergone surgery to remove part of his knee, but the surgery was performed by the department head, so she didn't know the specifics. And before the department head even arrived, this man had already come to bother her.

"I'm being unreasonable? Why don't you say your hospital is being unreasonable! Did I pay money to be lectured by you?!"

The man became increasingly agitated, and he shoved Anya hard.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, Anya was pushed to the ground. Her skirt billowed up, revealing her snow-white thighs, and the color of her underwear was vaguely visible. The men watching all stared lewdly at the sheen of Anya's legs, but not a single one stepped forward to break up the fight.

"What are you doing! What kind of skill is it to hit a woman!"

Wenze felt a strange excitement seeing the other men's greedy gazes on Anya's thighs, even hoping she would be exposed even more completely! But now wasn't the time to look at her legs; if he didn't act now, Anya would be at a disadvantage. He roared and charged forward. "Damn it, I haven't even had the heart to hit her yet, and you've already made your move!"

"Dr. An, are you alright?"

An Ya shook her head. Wen Ze helped her up and made her stand behind him, then turned to the man. "What's the matter? If you want to fight, I'm ready!"

"I... I just want to find out about my dad's surgery."

The man had been arrogant because An Ya was a woman and spoke politely. Wen Ze's appearance startled him. The burly Wen Ze, over 1.8 meters tall, stood like an iron tower in front of the man, who became somewhat intimidated and his tone softened.

"Dr. An just said she didn't operate on your dad, how would she know about his condition! She was being so nice to ask for you, and you attacked her? Do you think it's honorable to bully a woman?!"

Wen Ze's voice was also very loud, his shouts silencing the man.

An Ya hid behind Wen Ze, his broad back giving her a sense of security. She was touched by his words of help and felt that he wasn't all that bad.

"What are you all doing! What

are you all crowding around for? This is a hospital!" The head doctor finally appeared, clearing the crowd with a few words and walking inside. He frowned when he saw the man. "Why is it you again? Don't you know everything?"

"What do you mean, 'know everything'? My dad's limping, how could I not come!"

The man immediately turned his attention to the surgeon. "You'd better give me an explanation today!"

"Fine! Come here, to my office. Don't think I made a mistake on your father. Let me show you the medical records!"

With that, he walked away with the man.

After the commotion, everyone dispersed. Anya sighed and returned to her office. Following Sun Peng's instructions, she wrote a sick leave slip and handed it to Wenze. After thinking for a moment, she spoke up, "Thank you for earlier..." "You're welcome

. I hate men like that the most, baring their teeth and claws at women."

Wenze took the slip and casually touched her hand. "If you really want to thank me, give me a kiss."

"You..."

Anya quickly withdrew her hand, her brows furrowing. The good impression she had just formed on Wenze vanished instantly.

"Hehe, Dr. An, you're being coy. Didn't you have a lot of fun with your son?"

Wenze teased.

"I told you not to mention my son and me again!"

An Ya emphasized, Wenze's repeated teasing making her angry and embarrassed.

"Why do you get so angry whenever I bring up you and your son? Do you think it's shameful?"

Wenze suddenly blurted out.

"Of course! You keep bringing this up just to humiliate me,"

Anya said angrily.

"What happened on the rooftop last time was my fault. I apologize. I'm sorry, but you have to understand me. Anyone would be tempted to witness such incestuous behavior between a mother and son. But when I brought up you and..."

Seeing Anya's eyes widen, Wenze quickly changed his tune, "I was just joking about that. I absolutely didn't mean to humiliate you because I don't think incest is a big deal."

"You..."

Anya was puzzled. What was he trying to do? Was he really apologizing? And he said it wasn't a big deal, how could it not be!

"Then... since you've apologized, give me the video..."

Anya mustered her courage and brought up the video.

“Dr. An, I don’t want to give you the video because I want to keep it as a keepsake. To be honest, I’ve deleted all the photos. Keeping them even for a day risks someone discovering them. I’m afraid if I lose my phone, the photos will leak out. I don’t want your affair with your son to become a public scandal.”

“Then… what exactly do you want?”

An Ya was confused by Wen Ze.

“Do you have any psychological issues with incest with your son? Do you feel it’s inappropriate?”

Wen Ze didn’t answer, but asked this question.

“Um… of course… yes…”

Despite being embarrassed, An Ya still answered him. She wanted to know what Wen Ze was trying to say.

“Have you read Li Yinhe’s ‘On the Possibility and Necessity of Mother-Son Sexual Relationship’?”

Wen Ze said with a serious face.

“Huh? What?”

An Ya didn’t understand.

“I mean, have you read this article about mother-son sexual relations? It was written by Li Yinhe. Do you know who Li Yinhe is?”

“Yes, she’s a sociologist, but I haven’t read the article you’re talking about. She… she also… wrote articles on this topic?”

An Ya was somewhat incredulous.

“She posted a blog post online to refute the rumors, saying that she didn’t write this article, but who wrote it isn’t important, what’s important is the article itself. I think you should read this article. Here, give me your phone, I’ll send it to you.”

“I…I don’t want to read it…”

Anya refused verbally but still took out her phone. She didn’t dare to refuse Wenze. Wenze turned on Bluetooth and sent the article over, and also used her phone to call his own number to get Anya’s phone number. “Look, it’s here. Just use your reading app to read it. Be careful to keep it confidential, it wouldn’t be good if someone saw it. Do you know how to use a phone?”

“Yes, I do.”

"Alright, go back and take some time to look at it carefully. Let's find a place to talk it over in a week. I'm very interested in what happened between you and your son. To be honest, I've had those kinds of thoughts about my mother too, but nothing like what happened between you two has happened. Later, I searched online for a lot of information about incest between mothers and sons and studied some cases. I have some understanding of the causes and processes of incest between mothers and sons. My views are the same as those in the article. I know you don't want to tell me these things. How about this, as a condition, if you can honestly tell me your story with your son, I will delete the video on my phone. How about that?"

Anya was surprised to hear that Wenze had also had such thoughts about his mother. She was wondering if it was true or false, but she was immediately unable to refuse this condition. She looked at Wenze and thought, "You perverted guy, you like to dig into other people's privacy so much. Fine, I'll just make up some stories to fool you. I bet you won't know." "Okay, I promise you. I will look at it carefully. You have to keep your word and not act like a rogue like last time."

“It definitely counts, but you have to tell the truth. If there’s any lie, I won’t delete the video. Also, give me a little treat first; I can’t come here for nothing.”

“What treat… ah… what are you doing… zip it up!”

Before Anya could understand what was happening, she saw Wenze unzip his pants and stick his penis out.

“Dr. Anya, quick, give it a suck!”

Wenze said, pressing Anya down.

“Are you crazy! No… someone will see, no…”

Anya struggled desperately.

“Hurry up, give it a suck and I’ll zip it up. It’s not erect yet. If you dawdle any longer and it gets hard, it won’t just be a suck.”

Anya was on the verge of tears. People were coming and going in the corridor; if someone came in, they would definitely see. She quickly walked to the door, closed it, and then quickly bent down and kissed the glans. “Okay, you can go now!”

“No, Dr. Anya, I said suck, not kiss. Do you know what sucking is? It’s sucking, sucking the glans with your mouth, quick!”

Wenze corrected Anya’s movements and thrust his hips again.

Anya lowered her head helplessly, opened her mouth and completely enveloped the glans, licking the urethral opening with her tongue in a retaliatory manner. She stood up and glared fiercely at Wenze. "Alright!"

"Oh, alright, alright, Dr. An, your tongue is really amazing. I'm looking forward to seeing you again, hehe. Okay, I'm leaving now. You can go to work with peace of mind." Click

, Wenze opened the door and left. This time he kept his word; he said he'd leave in a minute, and he didn't have time for more!

Anya's mind was in turmoil. What was his purpose? He said he wanted to exchange the video for her story? Pshaw, no one would believe that! And this article, it's definitely some kind of smutty porn. Does he want me to change my mind and willingly sleep with him after reading it? Humph! You wish!

"Dr. An, find last month's medical records!"

Anya found the article and was about to delete it when the head doctor arrived. She quickly put away her phone, opened the cabinet, and started searching. After the head doctor left with the records, several more patients came to see her, keeping her extremely busy.

Wenze left the hospital whistling. Based on his understanding of Anya, he figured she would definitely read the article when she got back. Having sex with her son would undoubtedly cause her a lot of psychological stress; she would feel promiscuous yet confused about her sexual desires. This stress couldn't be reduced by talking to others. If someone agreed with her actions or even wrote an analytical article, she would be eager to read it, because she would have found a kindred spirit.

Using leverage to force her to have sex with him was less effective than getting her to take the initiative. To get her to take the initiative, he needed to help her let go of her inner conflicts. The article was the first step; he estimated a week would be enough for her to thoroughly study it. After that, he would need to rely on his persuasive skills. As for deleting the video, he had to keep his word; he said he would delete it, but he only said he would delete the video on his phone, not the one copied to the hard drive, hahaha…

After

a busy afternoon, Anya returned home exhausted. Li Xinghua hadn't come back yet; she was used to her husband's frequent late returns from social engagements. After eating something, she remembered the article and forgot to delete it in the afternoon because she was busy.

She took out her phone, found the article, and was about to delete it when a sense of curiosity arose. She'd never read any erotic novels before, and deleting it seemed a waste. She decided to see what it was about first; surely reading it wouldn't cause any harm. With that decision, she went to her bedroom, leaned against the headboard, and started reading.

Anya initially didn't believe Wenze at all, thinking the article was fabricated to brainwash her. She wouldn't fall for it. But to her surprise, she was captivated after only reading the beginning.

The first paragraph describes how today's teenagers enjoy higher living standards, leading to faster development and earlier sexual maturity. This results in a strong curiosity and desire to explore sex, but they often lack sex education, causing confusion, distress, and even potentially harmful actions. This perfectly describes Anya's son's situation at the time.

The article's opening successfully piqued Anya's interest, and she continued reading. The second paragraph discussed the dangers of sexual repression: "Sexual repression can lead to various symptoms of neurosis, such as sleep disorders and depression." These were precisely the two main symptoms she feared most about her son. Poor sleep would affect his studies, and depression would be even more terrifying—her biggest worry. The incestuous relationship that followed could be seen as a way to prevent sexual repression from harming her son. The paragraph concludes with, "However, due to the constraints of social morality and the legal system, teenagers cannot fully satisfy their physiological needs from external sources. So how can we alleviate teenagers' sexual needs?"

This reveals her dilemma. Yes, how could she alleviate it? She used her own body to alleviate it for him, even though it was clearly wrong, but what other choice did she have?

Anya sighed, turned the page, and read the first section, "The Possibility of Self-Care Within the Family." It introduced several ways teenagers obtain sexual satisfaction: masturbation, early romantic relationships, rape, and prostitution—all of which harm others or themselves, even leading to imprisonment. The paradox was that in the current social situation, it was impossible to prevent teenagers from trying sexually harmful methods through closed and repressive approaches, while regular sexual activity was beneficial to their physical and mental health during their growth. So what could be done? The correct approach was to find a harmless, normal way to guide their sexual desires and satisfy their sexual needs. But how could this be found?

"I don't know what method would cause me this distress! This rambling is so annoying! Get to the point already!"

Anya was a little anxious, eagerly turning the page. The text stated that since sexual satisfaction couldn't be obtained from external sources, the only solution was to seek it within the family. Then came the second section: The Role of the Mother. Anya's heart skipped a beat; finally, the mother was mentioned. What would she write about?

The second section first describes the age difference in sexual needs between men and women: "Men are 16-18 years old, and women are 30-45 years old. That is to say, only teenagers and young women are equal in terms of physiological needs." This happens to be the age of her son and herself. At her age, she is indeed like a tiger, and she can't stand not having sex for a few days. Her son is the same, only his needs are strong, but his ability is average. Oh dear, where did my mind go!

Anya smacked herself to clear her mind of these random thoughts and focused on reading the article, not letting her mind wander! The next page of the article analyzes the rationality of the son's sexual needs through the mother's help: "First, the mother is the closest opposite-sex family member who accompanies the child throughout his growth, and it is easier to communicate with the child about sexual issues."

Yes, that's right. Her husband is relatively busy, and her son spends more time with her and tells her everything on his mind until he became silent after having those kinds of thoughts about her.

"Second, the mother is an adult with mature and sound thinking, and can guide the child's growth more reasonably (an important point that distinguishes her from sisters)." Sigh, I am an adult, that's true, but my thinking is immature and unsound. Otherwise, why can't I think of any other way to guide my son? Using my own body to guide him is just too reckless! Also, it's fortunate that Xiaoming doesn't have an older or younger sister, otherwise, with several children sexually repressed, who knows what they might do...

"Third, the mother has rich experience in sexual life, and her methods in dealing with the child's sexual needs will be more scientific."

Heh, experience, huh... I wish I could develop experience, but unfortunately, my husband isn't up to the task...

Anya laughed self-deprecatingly and continued to read the fourth point.

"Fourth, the mother is the child's parent, and out of consideration for the child's health, she will have a restrained management of the child's sexual life."

Hmph, easy for you to say. If I really did it with my son, how could I use my maternal authority to discipline him? Once a man and woman have a physical relationship, they become very intimate, especially when they are mother and son. Fortunately, my son is obedient and knows how to restrain himself, otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to manage him.

Anya felt a sense of relief thinking of her obedient son. Then came the third section: The Development of Mother-Son Sexual Intercourse. Yes, that's it. Wasn't the development between my son and me quite abnormal? Ugh, I almost dared not read on…

Though she thought she couldn't bear to look, her hands and eyes moved quickly. Her fingers had barely turned the page before her eyes were already on the page. The third section began with several questions: How to carry it out? What methods? What should the mother do? What should the child do?

Because mother-son sexual intercourse is not permitted by modern social ethics, both parties will have many concerns and fears. Without preparation, it will inevitably produce negative effects. "Well said!"

Anya nodded in agreement. Everything should be done step by step, especially this. You can't try to get fat in one bite, or you'll be overwhelmed! These were the questions she wanted to know. She wanted to know if what happened between her and her son was consistent with what was described in the article. If it was, she would feel somewhat comforted. But if it was more excessive than described in the article, then she, as a mother, would be somewhat lewd, and there would be suspicion that she was using helping her son satisfy his sexual needs as a pretext to actually satisfy her own.

The text then divides the discussion into three parts: the period of sexual exploration and temptation, the period on the edge of sexual contact, and the period of sexual contact.

The temptation period states that "before sexual contact, mother and son should have a deep conversation, using thorough heart-to-heart talks to alleviate tension; this period should last at least one to six months."

Anya blushed upon reading this. A month? She'd already let her son ejaculate on her the first time she talked to him! She wasn't a very good mother.

Seeing the discrepancy between the text's content and her own behavior, Anya felt discouraged. However, the following description rekindled her enthusiasm: During the preparation stage for sexual contact, mother and son can have limited physical contact. While continuing psychological communication, the child can tentatively touch the mother's body. This is the initial stage of sexual contact between mother and son. Touching the breasts is often the most acceptable form of touch for mothers. During this period, the mother can expose her genitals to the child, allowing the child to gain a deeper understanding of her body and prepare psychologically for future sexual activity.

Great! That's what I did! And although my son ejaculated on me, I only showed her my breasts, not my... genitals. This shows I'm still relatively composed...

Anya breathed a sigh of relief, then read the "borderline stage of sexual contact": During this stage, the mother and son have tacitly accepted or accepted the incestuous behavior, but they cannot rush things. Both can use their bodies or other parts to touch their genitals. The mother can use her hands or other parts other than her genitals to help her son satisfy his sexual needs. At this time, the psychology of both mother and son has undergone tremendous changes. They have engaged in all sexual behaviors except for genital intercourse, and they both show acceptance and approval of the final step. At this time, the mother-son relationship gradually transforms into a sexual partnership, and the psychological defense against incest becomes weak, eventually entering the sexual contact stage.

"The psychological changes are indeed huge. Those days at work, I felt like people were looking at me with strange eyes, which almost drove me crazy!"

Anya breathed a sigh of relief again. Fortunately, her son's and her own behavior was still within the description of this article. Although some details differed, most of it was the same. Anya didn't stop, and then pressed to read the sexual contact stage.

"At this stage, there is already sexual activity between mother and child. The mother should be in a dominant position. Whether to have sex, when and where to have sex, as well as the frequency and duration of intercourse, should all be decided by the mother. The mother's rich sexual experience is more than enough to satisfy the child's sexual needs."

Why is sexual experience being mentioned again? Not every woman is a sexual expert. If the husband's ability is insufficient, where does his experience come from?

This section ends here, and then we move on to Part Four - The Importance of the First Time. Finally, it's time for mother and son to make love! I'm so nervous! Anya bent her legs, held her breath, and stared at her phone screen almost without blinking.

"The first sexual intercourse between mother and son is the beginning of their sex life. The quality of the first intercourse will directly affect the development of their future sex life. Only a perfect first time can bring confidence and motivation to both mother and son; otherwise, it is very likely to leave an unpleasant shadow on both sides."

The first time is very important, but my son's first time… Anya sighed. Ah, never mind, I won't think about that now…

"Time and Place: The first time is best done in bed at night. The advantage is that after intercourse, the tired son can fall asleep with the pleasure of being with his mother."

Nonsense! After the first time mother and son do that, the lust will subside, and the psychological pressure will be unbearable. Who can sleep!

"Foreplay: Both mother and son should thoroughly clean themselves before intercourse. After showering, they should go to bed and begin foreplay, which is a very important step. Mutual caressing and kissing can gradually cultivate sexual desire and prepare the body for intercourse." I

can manage the hygiene; I remember showering back then. As for foreplay... well, I guess...

"Intercourse Position: The best position for first intercourse is the rear-entry position, where the mother kneels on the bed with her hips raised, and the son kneels behind her to penetrate. A mother may feel shy the first time she has intercourse with her own son, and this position allows her to face away from him, avoiding any awkward expressions and protecting her self-esteem."

Anya's face burned. Why didn't I see this article sooner! My first time with my son was face-to-face! He was on top of me, and I couldn't find the entrance for a long time. In the end, I had to guide his penis in myself. Oh, how could I have been so lewd back then? I had no self-respect whatsoever! It's so embarrassing!

The text then describes the sexual intercourse from behind, jumping directly to the part about how the mother should instruct her son: "Every movement of the son must be done with the mother's permission and guidance. He must sincerely seek her advice and humbly learn from her, and must not act on his own initiative or rashly."

The son, of course, couldn't wait for my guidance, let alone humbly learn from me; he just started moving...

"During this time, the mother should try to relax her body as much as possible and use a calm tone to impart sexual knowledge and techniques to her son."

How could she relax in that situation? She was almost dying of nervousness the first time with her son...

"The mother should encourage and praise the son's actions, and promptly convey her own physical pleasure to her beloved son. Let him feel that you are happy and satisfied; this can greatly reduce his tension.

When the mother feels pleasure, she should not shout loudly, but rather make subtle sounds, and must not lose her maternal demeanor in front of her son." Encourage and praise? Praising her son for making her feel good the first time they had sex?

Don't be ridiculous! Thankfully, I didn't scream. Firstly, I was shy, and secondly… my son was too quick…

I've never lost control and moaned loudly during sex with my son, except with Wenze, where I moaned quite loudly! My God! Could it be… could it be because my son's ability wasn't enough to make me moan that I didn't scream? Do I only scream when I encounter a truly capable man? Am I just a lewd woman at heart?

"Contraception: To ensure a perfect experience for the child during the first sexual encounter, it is recommended not to use a condom. This allows the child to fully experience the mother's genitals and truly feel the mother's physiological changes. The entire process of mother-son intercourse should be natural and smooth, allowing the son to ejaculate inside the mother without restraint, thus concluding a truly meaningful sexual experience. The issue of contraception should be the mother's responsibility, not something her young son should worry about."

This kid has no restraint at all, ejaculating so quickly; he probably hasn't even thought about contraception, and besides, he wouldn't understand it. However, this is indeed a responsibility I should bear. Fortunately, I have an IUD, so I don't have to worry about pregnancy.

The introduction to mother-son sexual intercourse in the article ends here. The following is a commentary on the matter: The mother did this out of genuine love and selfless care for her son. It was a collision of passion and maturity, melting kinship and sublimating maternal love. The special relationship between mother and son destined them to be the closest people in life. There should be no moral constraints between blood relatives. We should not view mother-son intercourse as ordinary sexual behavior; it should be a dance, a game, or a sacred ritual. Anya found these words very helpful, especially the sentence "The mother did this out of genuine love and selfless care for her son." She strongly agreed. Yes, her son is her precious child, flesh of her own flesh. She helped him satisfy his sexual needs because she loved him. This is love, great maternal love! "

Through appropriate sexual activity with his mother during puberty, the boy's sexual desire is released normally, and his repressed emotions are relaxed, thus allowing him to face his studies and life with a more relaxed and joyful attitude." At the same time, the child gains a comprehensive understanding of women and acquires rich sexual experience through sexual activity, further enhancing his confidence in interacting with the opposite sex. During this period, the mother should actively provide convenience for both mother and son for the sake of the child's growth, and offer more encouragement and support. When the boy enters society or goes to university, sexual relations with his mother should naturally decrease until they cease, and he should turn to normal interactions with other young women. "

That's right. Since my son and I had that kind of relationship, he's been happy every day, his grades have improved, and he no longer has any evil thoughts about female classmates. He's completely let go of the burden in his heart."

The idea that "sex between a boy and his mother should decrease or even cease after the boy enters university" struck a chord with her once again. She hadn't intended to maintain this kind of relationship with her son long-term. Now that he was a university student, it was time for him to date. He was probably like this because he had no other female friends to interact with and felt a sense of mystery about women's bodies. Now that he had touched her body, the mystery would be gone, and his curiosity would lessen. There were many young and beautiful girls on campus; no matter how good she was, she was still a woman in her forties, and his mother no less. How could she compare to those beautiful young girls? He was willing... He'll definitely find a girlfriend his own age soon, date her, and have sex with her. Naturally, he won't be interested in her anymore. I should take this opportunity to quickly break off this abnormal relationship with him...

My son is growing up! Thinking that her son would no longer be interested in her, Anya felt relieved, yet also a little disappointed...

Heh, what am I thinking? Isn't this exactly the result I wanted? Helping my son solve his physical and psychological problems, and then ending things normally, isn't that great? What's there to be disappointed about? Do I want to outshine those girls and have my son continue to sleep with me? What a load of rubbish!

Anya rubbed her temples and read the last part—Summary: "In the current moral climate of society, sexual relations between mother and son are considered a heinous act of incest, and incest is a tragedy. Ironically, people ignore the root causes of incest. Incest is a product of this sexually repressive society. What truly creates incest is this closed and narrow-minded worldview. People ignore the sexual needs of teenagers, depriving them of their right to sex, so teenage sexual problems follow one after another, including incest." We should recognize that in modern society, what harm is there in sexual activity between a mother and son that isn't for procreation? People can't seem to articulate this, only spouting moral and ethical rhetoric, but there's no definitive conclusion about the harm caused by violating these moral boundaries.

"Well said!"

Anya blurted out. She had already decided to stop her incestuous relationship with her son, so she needed such a rational analysis to untangle her inner conflict. The author was right; neither she nor her son were wrong. The fault lay with society; they were both forced into it! Besides, what harm is there in doing this?

Did my son and I hurt anyone? The answer is no! Except… my husband… no, he didn’t even know, so it can’t be considered harm…

“Actually, we can completely view the sexual behavior between mother and son as a simple sexual behavior between two people. Without procreation, age and kinship will not have too many adverse effects on the physical and mental health of either party, let alone harm to society! In fact, the social privacy of the family and the innate intimacy between mother and son can promote family harmony and social stability.”

Yes, that’s right, Anya nodded repeatedly.

"We believe that with social development and the progress of human thought, this repressive concept of family sexual relationships will be gradually abandoned, and mother-son sex will move from behind the scenes to the forefront, no longer a mysterious and fearful game hidden behind the curtains of the family. Mother-son sex will become a compulsory course in children's growth, and the practice of mothers assisting teenagers in their sex lives will become a widely accepted tradition. For the healthy growth of children, we look forward to the arrival of this era as soon as possible."

The article ended here, and the last few sentences gave Anya enough reason. Yes, a mother is her son's best teacher. Since this is a compulsory course, who else but the mother should teach it? Who understands and loves their child better than their mother? Now I have completed my teaching of my son, and he has successfully graduated. The rest of the journey is up to him. I believe he will do even better. Anya pressed her phone to her chest, her heart filled with emotion. The author writes so well! It's so moving! I almost deleted it; I almost missed such a wonderful article!

It didn't deliberately use fallacies to mislead people; on the contrary, the author used facts to speak for themselves, clearly and logically starting from the origins of mother-son sexual intercourse, gradually unfolding in a logical sequence until the final intercourse, and finally providing a perfect summary of mother-son sexual intercourse—it was brilliant!

Anya suddenly felt that her relationship with her son wasn't so difficult to talk about anymore; she felt she had a lot to say and couldn't wait to find someone to have a long chat. She thought of the man who sent her the article, and her feelings became complicated. This guy actually found such an article, and he even said he had some research on incest, and his thoughts were the same as the one in the article—in that sense, he was a kindred spirit. It wasn't easy to find such a kindred spirit. Unfortunately, he was a bastard who was blackmailing her; he had something on her. Although he said he would return the video if she told him her story with her son, that was too unbelievable… But… what if it was true… Even if it was true, should she tell him the real process of having sex with her son? Hmm… what's wrong with telling him? He also deleted the photos, saying he was afraid of being exposed, which shows he was very careful. Should we have a proper talk with him when we meet in a week?

Anya, still shaken by the article, felt a surge of emotion. She sat motionless on the bed, lost in thought. Well, things will work out eventually. We'll see how things go... March 17th,
Chapter 20.

Today is Saturday, a sunny and bright day. People are usually in a good mood on such days, but some are not, like this woman eating in a hospital cafeteria.

She sat elegantly back in her chair, her hair flowing over her shoulders, her eyes large and her lips red. A black business dress tightly hugged her voluptuous body, the white shirt emphasizing her large breasts, which were still prominent even under her black blazer. Her legs, clad in flesh-colored pantyhose under her tight pencil skirt, were crossed and raised, one foot dangling a black high heel that had been removed, revealing an alluring white heel—sexy and seductive.

It was around 1:30 PM, and there were very few people eating in the cafeteria at this time. The woman, one hand supporting her delicate face, slowly ate, her slightly furrowed brows revealing her fluctuating mood.

"It's been exactly a week today. That guy said he wanted to talk to me, why hasn't he called... Tch! Good thing he didn't come, to avoid embarrassment..."

Anya took a bite of food and chewed slowly. She had swapped shifts with someone else for the morning, so she was free in the afternoon.

Since reading the article that day, she had actually felt a little anticipation for today's agreed-upon conversation. She knew today was the appointed day, but she didn't know the time. After work, she didn't want to go home, so she ate at the hospital cafeteria. Just then, her phone seemed to anticipate her thoughts, its pleasant ringtone sounding.

Anya's expression tightened. She took out her phone and saw that it was indeed Wen Ze! He had called after all! She nervously pressed the answer button, her voice slightly flustered, "Hello... hello..." "

Dr. Anya, it's time for our appointment. Are you free this afternoon?"

A slightly frivolous voice came through the receiver.

"Hmm... just tell me, where to?"

Anya, mentally prepared, didn't beat around the bush. She knew that wouldn't work, so she simply asked for the location directly.

"Okay, fine. Xing'ai Hotel on Selang Road, room 510, waiting for you."

"Why...why a hotel? Can't we go somewhere else...? There's a teahouse near my house, let's go there..."

Anya panicked again at the mention of a hotel. She knew very well what would happen if she went, but she was afraid Wenze wouldn't agree if she didn't go. Still clinging to a sliver of hope, she suggested changing the location, though she didn't think he would agree.

"I've already booked, paid the deposit, changing the location would be a waste. We have to be frugal, I'm learning from you, you don't even throw away leftovers, even though it gave me diarrhea, it's still saving money, right? Haha..."

Anya gritted her teeth on the other end of the phone! She was rejected as expected! Damn it! He even humiliated me a little...

"Don't say that! I'm going, but I'm warning you, don't ever say those things to me again! I don't owe you anything!"

"Oh, are you angry? Hehe, I was wrong, okay? Come on, take a taxi, I'll reimburse you, haha..."

Anya slammed down the phone, leaned back in her chair, and sighed. She should go; she should have a proper talk. Didn't he say he'd delete the video if things went well? Maybe if they talked it out today, everything could be over, maybe... maybe

... Sigh, is that even possible...?

Lost in thought, she walked to the parking lot, then hesitated to drive her own car. He was right, she should take a taxi; it wouldn't be good if someone she knew saw her going to a hotel.

After leaving the hospital, Anya hailed a taxi at the intersection and went straight to the hotel. Upon arrival, she entered the lobby, took the elevator, and pressed the button for the fifth floor. As the elevator ascended, her anxiety grew. Why had she come so obediently? Although Wenze had leverage over her and she had no choice, besides hating him, she also felt a strange sense of anticipation—perhaps wanting to discuss the mother-son relationship with him… But… talking to him about these things was so embarrassing. And that damn orgasm last time, it was all because of this guy's big cock… It killed me!

“Ding!”… The fifth floor arrived. Anya stepped out of the elevator, turned a few corners, and arrived at room 510. After taking a deep breath, she gently knocked on the door.

“Click…”

The door opened, and Wenze, wrapped in a towel, stood in the doorway, smiling and gesturing for her to come in. Anya bowed her head and went inside. The door then closed and locked.

“Why… why did you lock the door? I'll leave after I'm done talking and get the video.”

Anya was a little flustered.

"Go? Where to? Heh, you haven't even started talking yet. Even if you finish, I still can't give you the video if I'm not satisfied. So you'd better behave now, hmm..."

Wen Ze looked the mature woman up and down without any politeness, resting his hand on his chin in a gesture of approval. "Not bad! Dr. An, this outfit suits you so well today, it really shows off your figure, and your legs are so white, flesh-colored stockings are the most alluring!"

"What I wear is none of your business!"

Anya glared at Wenze, then turned away, refusing to look at him again.

"Hehe, of course it's related. When you look beautiful, I feel good, and when I feel good, I might do something good."

"Something good? Hmph, I'll only believe you if you give me back the video."

Anya retorted coldly. What good could you possibly do? I'd rather believe a ghost than you. "Ah!"

Anya took a step back. Wenze had just slipped his hand under her skirt and touched her crotch, then lewdly put his hand to his nose to smell it.

"It smells so good! Dr. Anya, your skirt isn't just slippery, it smells so good too!"

"You!"

Anya quickly covered her skirt, angry but not daring to lash out too much. "Don't touch me! I'm here to talk. If you do this again, I'm leaving!"

"Go ahead! Leave now! Anyway, I still have the video to watch, it's okay, go."

Wenze plopped down on the bed and gestured for her to leave.

"..."

Anya trembled with anger. This scoundrel! Bastard! He only said that because he knew I wouldn't dare leave! I'm so angry! Why isn't this America? If it were, I would have bought a gun and shot him dead!

"Don't be like this, Dr. An. You don't like me touching you, right? Then I won't touch you. Can't I just look?"

Seeing that Anya was unmoved, Wenze raised his tone. "Can't you even look? Fine, you'll feel restless if you can't see me. If you feel so restless, maybe I'll share the video with everyone to enjoy..."

"No! You... what do you want to see..."

Anya panicked when she heard that the video was going to be leaked and quickly compromised.

"Hehe, no need to be so nervous. We've already done it, so what's the harm in looking?"

"..."

"Come on, sit here by the window, put both legs up, bend your left leg a little, yes, like that. Dr. An, your shoes are really nice, with a bow. Usually, women your age wear shoes like that to look young, but they look great on you, hehe. Lift up your skirt a little, show your underwear, lift it up, don't be shy, yes, that's right. The underwear is nice too, although the style is a bit conservative, the heart-shaped pattern in the front is still very unique. Don't move, I want to look a little longer."

Although she was nervous and unwilling, she still enjoyed the flattery. Plus, Wenze had something on her, so An Ya had no choice but to obey. However, she didn't see that an inconspicuous little camera on the table was pointing in her direction. It was a hidden camera that Wenze had specially bought. It was very clear and very discreet. If you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't be able to see it at all.

A while ago, Wenze joined a QQ group for hunting for women on a pornographic website. The group consisted of netizens, some genuinely interested and some not. Wenze initially joined out of boredom, as he had already slept with Xu Rou and lost interest.

After Anya's incident, he became interested in the group, frequently browsing for others' tips and tricks. He also shared his own methods and experiences in winning over Xu Rou, earning praise from the group. However, after a while, he felt that these people were all theoretical giants but practical dwarfs, shouting and yelling about women as if they hadn't had sex in decades. But there was one guy called "Friend of Women" who was quite good. His speech and mannerisms didn't resemble those of lecherous men who had never seen a woman before, and many of his ideas and methods coincided with Wenze's. After that, the two started chatting privately.

A few days ago, Wenze told him about raping Anya, and also told him about Anya's appearance and personality. He also said he wanted to talk to Anya about her son, and then, once she was sexually aroused, he would have sex with her. The "friend of women" first praised Wenze for secretly filming her, then expressed envy, saying he was also very interested and asked him to take some photos for him to see, because Wenze said Anya was very beautiful and had a good figure, and he wanted to admire her too. Wenze

told him it wasn't the right time; Anya wouldn't agree to have her photos taken at this stage. The "friend of women" then suggested secretly filming her. Wenze said he didn't have the equipment, so he offered to buy one and pay half the price. Wenze was tempted; secretly filming was more exciting, wasn't it!

Many people online are scammers, but this "friend of women" proactively gave Wenze money. After Wenze gave him his account number, he immediately transferred the money, showing his trust in Wenze. Wenze, in turn, trusted him completely, and the two chatted even more enthusiastically. After discussing the details, Wenze brought the hidden camera equipment over today and set it up. Now was the time for it to be put to use.

"Okay, go over there, sit on the chair, lift your right leg and put it on the chair, hands on your knee. Yes, Dr. An, were you a model? You're so good at posing." As

An Ya walked towards the chair, Wenze quickly adjusted the camera angle, keeping the lens pointed at her.

"Is that enough? I haven't... seen enough..."

Despite the constant praise, An Ya was still embarrassed, her movements stiff. It was the first time a strange man had looked at her like this, making her pose in various ways; she felt her face burning.

"Mmm, that's amazing, your figure is incredible! No need to stand on the chair anymore, stand on the coffee table instead. Yeah, hey, don't turn your head, look at me."

"You...you're such a pervert..."

Anya said, still pursing her lips and looking at him shyly, her face completely red.

"Where am I a pervert? I didn't touch you. Are you afraid I'll see? Then just bend your legs."

Anya immediately bent her legs and shrank back on the chair upon hearing this, and Wenze immediately corrected her incorrect posture.

"Bending your legs is fine, but you have to expose your best features, don't cover your underwear. Oh, Dr. Anya, your legs are so beautiful, even sexier with stockings."

Anya rolled her eyes at Wenze. Of course, I exercise every day. I don't want to look like those bloated women in their forties. Hmm? Why am I happy about his praise? Really! Oh well, whatever he says goes. As long as we don't do *that* kind of thing, everything is fine.

The sheer flesh-colored stockings gleamed alluringly under the light, igniting Wenze's lust. He wanted to rub his glans against those smooth, full legs, but for the sake of the upcoming conversation, he restrained himself!

A small act of impatience could ruin a bigger plan!

"Alright, now turn around, kneel on the chair, yes, lift your skirt, show your buttocks. What are you doing? Don't look back at me, I didn't ask you to take off your underwear, don't worry, I just want to see your stockings."

Wenze's words made Anya, who had turned to look at him, lean back against the chair. Not being able to see Wenze's gaze made her feel a little more at ease.

"Dr. An, do you know what? My dick is so hard it's about to explode. This outfit of yours is so alluring. Did you wear it on purpose to seduce me? And this pose, it's obvious you're waiting for me to fuck you. Look how hard it is for me to hold back!"

"What do you want to do! Don't... don't do anything reckless. I didn't wear these clothes just for you. I wear them to work every day..."

Anya thought Wenze was going to force himself on her after hearing his words, so she quickly turned around and stood up. Seeing Wenze standing there obediently, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Stop messing around and let's get down to business."

"Look at you, so cold. You don't like me complimenting your clothes? Fine, take them off, take them all off. Go take a shower after you're done, and come out wrapped in a towel, just like me. Look how awkward it is for me to be wrapped in a towel while you're all dressed up."

"I... I've already showered... Let's get down to business now..."

Anya immediately refused. She was joking. Coming out in a towel after showering would be terrible. It would be like having a dish cooked and served to her. Although she might still end up losing her virginity, she would still have to struggle.

"You're being disobedient again. Taking a bath will help you relax, making it easier to talk. Hurry up, come out after you're done and tell me. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can go home, so your husband won't worry. Remember, you can only wear a towel, and no underwear."

Wenze said in an unquestionable tone.

Anya was a little scared of Wenze's serious expression, so she reluctantly went into the bathroom. She locked the door, took off her clothes, and started washing under the shower.

The warm water flowed over Anya's mature body, taking away the heat, but her heart became even more tense... Damn it, he said taking a bath would relax me, how could I relax in this situation!

After a quick wash, she left the showerhead, grabbed a towel, and carefully wrapped it around her chest. However, it couldn't completely cover her large breasts; about a third of them were exposed. If she pulled it up any higher, her private parts would be exposed. After considering it, she decided to sacrifice her breasts...

Looking at herself in the mirror, most of her breasts were exposed, and she could vaguely see some pubic hair. Wasn't this the image of a woman waiting to be fucked? How could I have become so pathetic...?

She sighed, a tear rolled down her cheek, and she quickly washed her face with cold water. Sigh, I really don't want to do that kind of thing with him, but... sigh...

"Oh! Dr. An, you have fair skin with a rosy glow, quite unique! Come and sit down..."

An Ya came out of the bathroom and into the room. Wen Ze, who was sitting on the bed, immediately brightened up. The bath towel in the hotel was a little bigger than the one Anya had wrapped herself in at home last time, but it still couldn't hide her voluptuous figure. Because Anya was shy, she wrapped the towel tightly around herself, making her figure even more curvaceous. Wenze felt his penis getting erect, so he quickly took a sip of water to calm himself down and had Anya sit next to him.

It was a double room. Anya walked over cautiously and sat at Wenze's feet. "Don't do anything... I... I told you, I won't do that kind of thing..."

"I didn't say I was going to do anything. Why are you so nervous? You must be thirsty after your shower. Here, have a glass of water to cool down. Be careful, it's hot."

Wenze picked up the kettle, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Anya. While Anya was showering, Wenze had put an aphrodisiac in the kettle. He thought that if he just gave her the water, she might think it was drugged and refuse to drink it, so he put it in the kettle. Actually, he was overthinking it. Anya's mind was in turmoil at the moment, and since she didn't usually go to bars or other entertainment venues, she had no such precautions.

For the past few days, Wenze had been pondering how to begin today's conversation, and what to say once it started. He and his "friend of women" discussed and researched it several times, finally deciding to get the conversation flowing first, and then do other things. Using leverage right from the start wouldn't be very satisfying, nor would it be conducive to the long-term development of the relationship. Pushing too hard might lead to a desperate, all-or-nothing reaction, which would be disastrous.

His "friend of women" analyzed the situation and felt this method was flawless, relying mainly on Wenze's eloquence. However, he pointed out that Anya might fabricate a story about her and her son. Wenze said it didn't matter if it was true or false, as long as she told the story, he would have her elaborate. Once she told the incest story, she would be aroused, and once they were in the mood, things would be much easier.

The "friend of women" said that even if Anya was telling the truth, it wouldn't be so easy to get into the ideal state. Even if she had a strong sex drive, even if she had slept with her son, it wouldn't be the same. Regardless of whether Anya's story was true or not, she definitely wouldn't talk about the details of her incest with her son. Without details, it wouldn't be easy to get into the mood. So, some external force was needed, like a sex drug. Once she had physical desire, it would be relatively easier for her to talk about the details.

Wenze thought this made a lot of sense. After thanking him, he bought a bottle of aphrodisiac online. The buyer reviews said the drug was good, with few side effects and a strong effect, so he only used a little. He wanted to slowly arouse Anya, giving her a perfect sexual experience when she couldn't stand it anymore. That would be more satisfying. Making her incredibly thirsty all at once with the drug wouldn't be interesting, and it wouldn't be easy to open her heart.

“Dr. An, are you thirsty? You’ve drunk it all, hehe, don’t just drink water, let me touch you a few times.”

An Ya held the cup with both hands and kept taking small sips of water to hide her panic. Even when the cup was empty, she kept drinking. At this moment, Wen Ze climbed over from the bed, hugged her, and started groping her body.

“Ah! What are you doing…”

An Ya struggled hurriedly, but how could she escape? Being touched by a man while dressed like this made her feel ashamed and uncomfortable.

“Oh… Dr. An, your breasts are so big and soft, they’re amazing! I can’t get enough of them! Does it feel good?”

Wen Ze was intoxicated. After saying that, he reached his hand under the top of the bath towel.

“It doesn’t feel good… no… don’t do this… please let go… I… don’t want this… sob… let me go…”

Although she had prepared herself, An Ya still couldn’t accept it when it came to this. She had never been violated like this before. Her nose tingled, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes.

"Sigh..."

Wenze sighed, surprisingly releasing Anya and sitting there quietly watching her. Anya was stunned, her tear-streaked face full of confusion. What was going on? Why did this lecherous man listen to her and let her go so easily?

"Dr. Anya, I thought that after bringing you to orgasm last time, you would be obedient this time too, because once a woman has experienced sexual pleasure, she can't resist. But now it seems I was wrong. You're not the kind of woman who's obsessed with desire. Although you committed incest with your son, reason still outweighs lust. Last time on the hospital rooftop, I was so agitated by the scene of you and your son committing incest that I impulsively raped you. I apologize to you, I'm sorry."

Wenze said solemnly.

"..."

Anya didn't speak, staring blankly at him. What did he want to do?

“To be honest, what I hate most is rape. Pure physical pleasure isn’t what I want. I think sex is an act of mutual understanding, and only when both parties consent can they achieve harmony of body and mind. Forcing sex only harms the woman. Even if she experiences intense physical pleasure, she still won’t feel happy afterwards.”

Wenze’s expression was somewhat sad. “Come here, I’ll show you something.”

Anya looked at Wenze warily. What he said was true, but it was ridiculous to hear such words from him. He raped me and then gave me so many excuses, saying he hated it the most. If he hated it, why did he rape me? And he even made me sit here wrapped in a towel. He clearly wanted to do something bad. I’m not a little girl just entering society anymore. Did he think he could fool me with these few words? Hmph, dream on! I’ll see what tricks he has up his sleeve next.

Anya was terrified he might suddenly pounce on her, so she cautiously clutched her chest as she walked over. She watched as Wenze pulled out his phone and played the video that had kept her in fear for days. Her face flushed, and she was about to tell him to stop when she saw Wenze close the recording and then delete it!

"You…"

Anya looked at Wenze in confusion. What happened? Why did he delete it?

"Dr. An, I apologize again for what happened last time. I didn't mean to threaten you, but you're just too alluring, and I couldn't resist. I called you here today to sit in a chair and pose, and to wrap myself in a towel while showering, just so I could see your body again. I've decided to delete the video, so I might not be able to see your body again. I intended to have a proper talk with you today, and I even managed to resist the urge to touch you, but seeing your fair skin now, I finally couldn't resist and touched you again. I'm sorry. The video is deleted, the photos are deleted, and I don't have any other backups—everything is gone. Actually, I wanted to keep it to look at, but seeing you cry just now, I couldn't bear to hurt you anymore. Sigh..."

Wen Ze sighed heavily and lowered his head dejectedly.

What's going on? How did this guy become like this? His expression doesn't seem fake. Did he suddenly have a change of heart? Anya looked at Wenze with suspicion, her mind filled with questions. The video was gone, the incriminating evidence was gone, so couldn't she just leave?

"Dr. Anya, to be honest, I'm really curious about you and your son. I mentioned before that I've had inappropriate thoughts about my mother, but nothing happened. So I'm really interested in understanding how this happened between you and your son. I'm even willing to delete the video as a condition to find out the reason. Of course, I swear I won't tell anyone. I just hope you can tell me. Besides… keeping this to yourself isn't good either. I don't think you've told anyone. Why don't you consider it a thank you for deleting the video, and I'll confide in you?"

"You… why do you think I'll tell you? Aren't you afraid I'll just leave after you delete the video?"

Anya felt Wenze was overconfident. You should have deleted it anyway, why should I thank you…

"It was just a feeling. I'm someone who approves of incest, but I don't have the courage to do it myself. So I admire you and your son for actually taking that step…"

"What do you mean? Are you saying that my daughter and I are shameless?"

Anya looked at him with a complicated expression.

"You misunderstood! I believe no mother-son incest is because the mother is inherently promiscuous and seduces her son. There must be other reasons, and these reasons are kept secret. But..."

Wenze cleared his throat, "Not being able to tell others doesn't mean not wanting to. People are uncomfortable when they have something on their mind and want to find a way to vent. But incest is a recognized immoral act in society today, and it's difficult to find someone to confide in. However, if a suitable person happens to be there to confide in, I think this mother will definitely speak her mind. The other person can then offer their own insights, and of course, they will definitely agree with those insights. Now, that opportunity is right in front of you. What do you think?"

Whew... It's so hard to hold back. Looking at such an alluring body but not being able to do it right away... Keep going! If you succeed, the road to sexual happiness will be much easier...

Anya breathed a sigh of relief after Wenze deleted the video. After hearing his words, she felt that he wasn't too bad. Young people, after all, it's understandable that they couldn't resist such stimulation. After all, she and her son had done such shameful things on the rooftop, so she also bore some responsibility.

After hearing what he said next, she felt even more connected. Yes, ever since she had sex with her son, she had been living in constant fear of being discovered. Sometimes, if someone glanced at her a few times, she wondered if he had found out and was looking at her all the time. She was also under immense pressure from her conscience. She longed to confide in someone, but where could she find such a person?

He said it was just a chance encounter. Could she believe him? Could he be a good confidant? How could she bring herself to talk about something like this? But... if she missed this opportunity, she might have to bury this matter in her heart forever, which would be too painful... Sigh, she had to endure the pain. Although what he said made sense, he hadn't actually done anything with his mother; it was just empty talk. He wouldn't know her deeper thoughts... Well, she should leave...

Anya hesitated, and just as she was about to get up and leave, Wenze's words made her decide not to go.

"Dr. An, I think the most important point about incest between mother and son is the degree of harm. People are always waving the banner of ethics and morality to condemn incest, saying that it is extremely harmful, but there is no definite conclusion on what kind of harm incest will actually cause. Did you and your son harm anyone? The answer is no! No one was harmed, except for your husband, but your husband doesn't know, so it can't be considered harm. Also, everything has two sides; everything has good and bad. People criticize the bad of incest, but they don't mention the benefits at all. Does incest have no benefits at all? The answer is of course no, don't you agree?"

Yes! Absolutely right! My God! How could he think so much like me! Anya's heart stirred. He might really be someone she could confide in: he knew about her and her son's affair, witnessed the whole process, and had a relationship with her. In front of him, she was practically transparent, with nothing to hide. Moreover, he had proactively deleted the only piece of evidence against her and didn't seem to care that she could leave. He even seemed to approve of her incestuous behavior. Sigh, after hearing what he said, she really didn't want to leave. Her desire to confide in him suddenly became very strong!

Anya lowered her hands from her chest. "Fine, let's talk. If we don't click, I'll just leave. Anyway, I don't have any leverage over him anymore, and I won't have to see him again. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Go ahead, tell me everything, relieve some pressure...

" "Dr. Anya, please don't go. Come, sit down. Face to face with me. Treat me like a therapist. Don't hide anything. Tell me what's on your mind. Keeping secrets inside is never good."

"Sigh...okay...okay, but let me make this clear first, I won't do...that kind of thing with you. Just talking..."

"Of course! I've deleted the video, don't you believe me? By the way, did you read the article I gave you last time?"

Wenze immediately stated his position.

"Yes...I read it...it's...good..."

"Yes, it's good, isn't it? I think one point in the article is very true: sex itself isn't wrong; what's wrong is the wrong viewpoints of people in this chaotic society. So insightful!"

Wenze noticed Anya's hesitation. He pulled over a chair for Anya to sit down, while he sat on the bed opposite her.

“Yes, that’s right… thank you for thinking that way too…”

Anya answered softly, slowly sitting down in the chair.

For the past week, she had read that article about mother-son sex several times almost every day, only deleting it on her way here after receiving Wenze’s call. She deeply agreed with the article’s viewpoint and thanked Wenze for sharing the same opinion.

“You’re welcome. I know you’re embarrassed. Let me pour you another glass of water, here.”

He handed her the glass.

“Thank you… hehe…”

Anya smiled shyly.

“Let’s begin.”

Wenze sat down on the bed opposite Anya. “I’m all ears.”

“Hehe… um… I… um… um…”

Anya was nervous facing Wenze sitting so close, unsure how to begin, her hands trembling slightly as she held the glass.

"Oh, look at me, I'm too close."

Wenze noticed her nervousness and quickly got up and sat against the headboard to create some distance. "How about this, let me start things off for you. Incest between mother and son always has a cause. A son won't have sex with his mother all at once; there will be a gradual process, a process in which the son slowly develops sexual desire for his mother. You need to be more detailed, tell me all the details so I can analyze and answer your questions based on your situation. Because although there are many cases of incest between mother and son, the reasons are very different. There are even cases where sons rape their mothers and then use them to blackmail them. I don't think that's the case between you and your son, is it?"

Wenze said this because he noticed Xiaoming was very thin and small. Although Anya was a woman, she was taller than Xiaoming. He figured that if Xiaoming tried to force himself on her, he might end up being the one who got taken advantage of.

Sure enough, Anya shook her head. Then Wenze began to guide her, "Hmm... let's put it this way, when did you first realize that Xiaoming had those kinds of feelings for you?"

"Phew..."

Anya had originally planned to lie the whole story before coming, but now she really wanted to tell the truth. After taking a deep breath and mustering her courage, she thought, "Okay, considering how understanding he is and how he proactively deleted the video, I'll treat him like a therapist. I really can't tell anyone else about this, so I'll talk to him and see if he can offer some different insights."

“Listen carefully, what I’m about to say is my secret. You absolutely mustn’t tell anyone, or I won’t let you off the hook.”

“Don’t worry, I’m definitely not the kind of person who spreads secrets. I’m very tight-lipped.”

“Then… um…”

“Hehe, don’t be nervous. Have some water. Continuing from my question, when did you first realize that Xiaoming had those kinds of feelings for you?”

Anya tightened the towel around her, her eyes fixed on the floor as she slowly recounted her incestuous story with her son.

“Xiaoming… my son… has always been very obedient, but he’s timid and has a somewhat girlish personality. Unlike other boys who fawn over their fathers, he’s always clinging to me, even in middle school. My husband told me this wasn’t good, but I didn’t take it seriously. I thought my son was just introverted and would grow out of it. And indeed, he improved a bit after entering high school, so I didn’t think much of it…”

Anya felt awkward talking about Xiaoming, preferring to say her son.

“He’s too clingy, isn’t he? I think it’s because you spoil him too much that he’s always clinging to you,”

Wenze interjected.

"Hmm... I also think I've spoiled him a bit. I've always treated him like a child. When he was in the second year of junior high, he still slept in the same bed with me..."

"You noticed something was wrong with him back then, didn't you?"

"No... He was perfectly normal back then, nothing seemed wrong, and his body... didn't react either. But... maybe that's when he developed his interest in me. I'm a medical student, so I know a bit about adolescent sexual impulses. I knew my son would be interested in women, but I never expected him to be interested in a woman my age. After we started sleeping separately, I didn't notice anything inappropriate or like him secretly looking at me until he went to high school, so I didn't pay any attention. It wasn't until his senior year of high school that I realized something was wrong with him, and by then it was too late..."

"Your son has grown up, and he can't tell all his innermost thoughts to his parents anymore, especially his feelings for the opposite sex. To be honest, you're not a very good mother. As a doctor, you should know more about this kind of thing and have an obligation to let your child know as well. If you had taken some time to talk to him about sex in a more appropriate way, I think he wouldn't have ended up like this with you."

Wenze sat cross-legged on the bed, analyzing calmly.

"Sigh... who can argue with that? Afterwards, I thought about it, and I also bear a lot of responsibility for my son's desire for me. I usually dress very casually at home, and I never close the door when I change clothes because I always treat my son like that little child snuggling in my arms. Besides, I'm so old, even if he has feelings for a woman, the object of his feelings should be a young girl of the same age, so there would be no problem at all, it wouldn't have anything to do with me. But later my son told me that he likes mature women like me the most, and he often peeks at me changing clothes at the door and finds it very exciting. I never even noticed it once, what a failure!"

Anya drank the water in one gulp, put down the cup, rubbed her hands, and sighed deeply.

“Dr. An, you underestimate your own charm. You always think your son should be interested in women his own age, but have you considered that your body has strong feminine characteristics? Your body at your age is in the most perfect state for a woman. Full breasts, round hips—look at how many female high school students are like you; most are as thin as dried fish. Sexual desire is a basic human instinct for reproduction. Since it's a reproductive desire, it's natural to be interested in reproductive organs. Xiaoming's body is just developing, and he's still in a state of ignorance about sex. He's more inclined towards women like you with prominent reproductive organs, like your big breasts. These are the first necessity after a human is born.”

Wenze smiled and gestured with his hands.

“Maybe… I… I regretted it later, but it was too late. But even if my son was attracted to my body, later he…”

Anya didn't pay attention to Wenze's gestures, but stopped there, as if she found it difficult to say what was next.

“What happened to him? Don't worry, what's there to be afraid of after incest? Speak up, I'll help you analyze it.”

Hurry up and tell me, it's urgent! "What happened?" Wenze wanted to understand what had happened.

"My son... he... he... he's developed a fetish!"

"A fetish? You mean he played with women's underwear?"

"Yeah..."

Ha! I thought it was something serious. Who wouldn't be tempted by women's underwear? What's the big deal?

"I was terrified. I still clearly remember the shock of seeing my son masturbating with my underwear. From that day on, I fell into the mire of incest. You could say that a large part of what happened between my son and me was because of this. I was afraid he would go astray, so I..."

Anya ignored Wenze's reaction and continued to tell the story.

Wenze was somewhat disgusted by her excuse. Masturbating with your underwear is going astray? Wouldn't it be even more astray to have sex with you like that? What a sophistry, doctor! And you're a medical student, yet you're so averse to fetishes. Don't you understand?

“Dr. An, you sound very averse to fetishism?”

Wenze interrupted her, feeling it necessary to give An Ya a proper lesson.

“Yes, it’s a sexual perversion, different from being obsessed with a woman’s body. Obsession with a body can be considered a normal physiological desire, but fetishism is abnormal.”

An Ya said seriously.

“This… you might not be able to accept it right away, but actually your view is wrong.”

“Nonsense! Fetishism is wrong, only psychologically disturbed people do that!”

“Is that so? If you say that, can I assume your son is also psychologically disturbed?”

“I… I didn’t say my son is… I just said fetishist… I…”

An Ya stammered in her defense, oh dear, how did she get so confused?

"Hehe, don't rush, don't rush. Listen to me, fetishism is just a manifestation of immature sexual psychology, it has nothing to do with psychological abnormality. It can be corrected. People with fetishism collect women's clothes under the drive of strong sexual desire and excitement, and almost no women do this, it's mostly men, because men's sexual desire comes faster and is more intense than women's. The clothes they collect are mostly women's underwear, such as panties, bras, and stockings, etc., and then they get pleasure by smelling, licking, touching, or directly using the skin-to-skin part to masturbate their genitals..."

Wenze was talking non-stop, but was interrupted by Anya.

"No, that's psychological abnormality, for example..."

"Let me finish..."

Wenze stopped her, "Let's be more specific. Take your son, for example. Think about it, the reason your son is like this is because you're so charming. He's become interested in women, and then he realizes that the woman closest to him is a beautiful woman with a great figure. Of course, he'll focus his attention on you, and then he'll develop a possessive desire for you. But he feels it's impossible to have your body, so he settles for second best, fantasizing about the clothes that are closest to your body. Everyone fantasizes. For example, if you like a luxury car but can't afford it, you buy a calendar of the car to hang at home; if you like a certain celebrity, you buy posters of them and put them up at home. Can you call him perverted?"

"Well..."

Right, I've also bought calendars with celebrity pictures. If that's what he's saying...

“Right, this isn’t a perverted act. The reason fetishism is considered perverted is because the object of the fetish is women’s underwear. Underwear is inherently a woman’s private item, and most of what fetishists collect are women’s worn items, making it even more private. That’s why people find it disgusting and object to such behavior. So, the problem isn’t the fetishist, but the very nature of the object being fetishized, underwear.”

“Now that you mention it… um, that seems to make sense. Heh, I didn’t expect you to know so much.”

Anya felt there was some truth to it, and her opinion of Wenze changed somewhat.

“Hehe, I sometimes look up information about this online when I have free time. I personally find it very distasteful to society’s suppression of incest and fetishism. I think it’s a cruel act of suppressing human physiological desires.”

Wenze chuckled. “Hehe, I’ve said too much. Don’t mind me, continue.”

“Oh, um, where were we?”

Anya snapped out of her reverie.

"Speaking of your son masturbating with your underwear."

"...Oh...that..."

Anya's expression became a little awkward. "That day...it was in the afternoon. Although I usually don't close the door when I change clothes, I still clean up my clothes very frequently, and I wash them immediately after taking them off. That morning, when I was working at the hospital, I went to the toilet, but the toilet paper accidentally fell on the floor and got wet, so I...didn't...didn't use paper...and went straight back to the office...Ah! It was peeing! Not...butting..."

Anya saw Wenze's surprised look and realized that he probably thought she hadn't wiped after defecating, so she quickly explained, but after explaining, she felt it wasn't quite right, and her face turned red.

"Hehe, don't worry about such trivial things. I knew it was peeing, so I didn't think much of it. Go on."

"Okay... When I got home at noon, I changed my underwear. I was just about to wash it when I got a call from the hospital saying there was an emergency, so I rushed off. I left my underwear in the laundry basket in the bathroom. After a busy afternoon, I felt very tired when I got home, so I went to the bedroom

, closed the door, and took a nap. I didn't hear my son come back." "I don't know how much time passed before I woke up. When I got up, I remembered that I still hadn't washed my underwear, so I went to the bathroom. But when I opened the door, I saw my son covering my underwear with his... his... he... he later told me that he didn't expect me to get up so quickly, and seeing the underwear was too stimulating. He didn't care about anything else and just grabbed it and started... you know..." "

You just opened the door like that? You must have scared him to death! He might even become impotent. You're such a cruel mother! And your son, remember to lock the door when you're doing something naughty!"

Wenze imagined the situation and couldn't help but laugh.

“I…I didn’t know he was in there…he didn’t lock the door…and there was no way to lock it. The bathroom lock was broken those days and we hadn’t had time to fix it…”

Anya lowered her head in embarrassment, explaining in a low voice.

“And then, did he stop after you found him? He was in the middle of it, and suddenly stopping to ejaculate is bad for his prostate, you know that, right?”

“I know, but…but he ejaculated then, he didn’t hold it in…”

“Ejaculated? He ejaculated in front of you?”

Seeing Anya nod slightly, Wenze was a little incredulous. “He’s so bold, he kept masturbating even after you found him?”

“No…he didn’t masturbate…”

Anya lowered her head even further. “At that time, he was just about to ejaculate, and the crotch of my underwear…was against his glans, and I saw a wet stain appear on that part, and then my son…shuddered a few times, and the wet stain got bigger and bigger…”

Anya’s voice slowed down, obviously embarrassed to continue.

"What a coincidence! You opened the door just as he was ejaculating. Perfect timing,"

Wenze said with a wicked grin. Anya glared at him and continued,

"My son just stood there in the middle of the bathroom, staring blankly at me. I stood at the door, stunned too. We were both so embarrassed, not knowing what to say. Then I finally snapped out of it and went back to my room. I closed the door and leaned against it, my heart pounding. How could this happen? What's wrong with my son? Why did he take my underwear…?"

"...After a while, I heard the sound of running water from the toilet. I thought my son was cleaning himself. A few minutes later, he came out and went straight into his room. Only then did I dare to come out and hurriedly went to the toilet to wash the underwear quickly. But when I went in, I saw that my underwear was already hanging on the clothes rack and had been washed. It turned out that my son had been washing his underwear. Maybe he felt guilty for getting it dirty..."

Anya looked up at Wenze, and encouraged by his gaze, continued, "I've noticed before that sometimes my son goes to the toilet and doesn't come out for a long time. When I ask him, he says he's going to poop. After he comes out, I go in and don't smell any foul odor, but there's a fishy smell...that's the smell of semen. I didn't plan to go in..." I criticized him because I know this is a normal phenomenon in boys' puberty development; it's normal to masturbate to release sexual urges, but it's not normal for him to masturbate with my underwear. I'm terrified. How could my son have such perverted behavior? Thinking about those news reports on TV about perverted sex offenders stealing women's underwear makes me tremble. I'm afraid my son will become like that. My husband and I are usually busy with work and don't have time to teach our son these things... Even if we had time, I don't think I would teach him. It's hard to bring it up, but I know I can't hit or scold him right now. I need to educate and guide him, otherwise it's easy for him to develop psychological problems. So I decided to have a serious talk with him.”

Wenze sat up and leaned forward, waiting with great interest for what he would say next.

“My son and his father don’t talk much, and his father is often not home, so there’s no time to talk to him. Besides, I don’t think my husband is good with words to talk to him about this. I’m a doctor and his mother, so I have a responsibility to help my son understand these things. I made up my mind and went to my son’s room, but I didn’t have the courage to knock. It’s too embarrassing to talk about this. I’ll wait and say it later.”

“I turned around and went into the kitchen. After making dinner, I called my son out to eat, trying to act like nothing had happened. My son came out with his head down, sat down and ate without looking at me. He ate a few bites and went back to his room. Seeing my son like this, I felt I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to talk to him, otherwise he would be under a lot of pressure, which would not only affect his studies but also make him depressed. I tidied up the table, washed my face with cold water to calm myself down, and thought about what I would say: I needed to make my son understand that his behavior was wrong, but I couldn’t hurt his self-esteem.”

"I went back to my room, opened a drawer, and found a book about physiology. This book describes sex in detail. I originally wanted to show it to my son so he could learn something, but because it had many realistic illustrations of genitals, I was afraid he would have a bad reaction, so I locked it in the drawer. But then I thought that I was going to talk to him about this soon, so having pictures would be good, as it would help him understand more intuitively."

“I knocked on my son’s door, but there was no response. I said, ‘Mom’s coming in,’ and pushed the door open. My son was lying on the bed. When he saw me come in, he jumped up and looked at me with a terrified expression. I felt a pang of heartache. It was all my fault for not disciplining him properly, which had frightened him like this. He must have thought I was there to scold him. I went over and sat on the chair next to his bed, asking him why he was asleep so early and if he wasn’t feeling well. My son shook his head, then suddenly knelt on the bed, lowered his head, and cried, repeatedly saying to me, ‘I’m sorry, Mom, I’m sorry, Mom…’

‘Of course! He took Mom’s underwear to masturbate, got caught red-handed, and even ejaculated all over her underwear in front of her. He must feel like he’s committed a terrible crime. Even if you hit him with a stick, I don’t think he would budge. The fact that you spoke to him so kindly made him feel even more sorry for you, so he knelt down and apologized to you.’”

"Yes, seeing my son like that made me very sad. I quickly said, 'Mom doesn't blame you,' and helped him up. He sat on the bed with his head down. I gave him a tissue to wipe his face and said, 'Mom knows you're a good boy, I won't scold you, but you have to tell me why you did that.'

He cried again, saying, 'Mom, I'm sorry, I'm a pervert. I couldn't help myself when I saw your underwear, and I wanted to use it to cover my masturbation. You can scold me.' I felt a little embarrassed and said, 'If you cry again, I won't forgive you.' That calmed him down. I handed him the book, and he looked up at me with a puzzled expression when he saw the cover. My face turned red instantly... I said, 'This book is about sex education during adolescence. Mom was worried it would be bad for you to read it before, but now you can read it.' He immediately put down the book and knelt down again. He said he wouldn't read it and promised he wouldn't do it again, not even masturbating.' I realized he still didn't understand what I meant, so I thought I'd explain it to him first, and then he could read the book."

"Then I made him sit down and explained to him that it's normal for boys to have sexual urges when they reach puberty, just like eating when they're hungry or drinking when they're thirsty. There's nothing shameful about it. When the urge reaches a certain point, masturbating once is perfectly acceptable. It's much better than hurting other girls. Of course, I'm not encouraging you to masturbate, but rather saying that you should correctly understand the phenomenon of your body's physiological development. Masturbation is a good way to release sexual desire, but everything should be done in moderation. Uncontrolled masturbation is incorrect. Also, masturbating with my underwear is incorrect; it's a fetish, and you can't do that. After I finished speaking, I asked him if he understood. I thought my son would say he understood, but he didn't. He said he liked me too much, his mind was in turmoil, and he was very distressed. I asked him what he was really thinking, and only after I promised I wouldn't scold him did he tell me."

“My son said that since he started high school, he’s become more and more interested in women. When he sees female classmates wearing skirts, he wants to lift them up to see what’s underneath, and he wants to touch their breasts to see what it feels like. I was shocked and quickly told him not to do that, because that would really make him a pervert. My son said he knew, but he only thought about it in his mind and didn’t dare to do it. Later, he accidentally saw me changing clothes once, and then his mind changed. He felt that his mother was also a woman, and that she had a good figure, much prettier than those skinny female classmates. Plus, I usually don’t close the door when I change clothes, so he often peeks at me when I change clothes. He especially likes to look at my…breasts…and…buttocks…every time he looks at them, he gets…hard…hard to the bone…”

Anya got a little embarrassed again at this point. Why is it so hot? Is the air conditioner too high?

“Don’t be shy, keep going, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I won’t laugh at you,”

Wenze encouraged.

"Well, my son continued, saying that seeing bras and panties covering my body excited him, and he wished he were those panties, haha..."

Anya chuckled. "Later, he would often sneak into my closet when I wasn't home and play with my panties, which excited him. I'm a careless mother, and I never even noticed that my panties had been taken out. Later, my son found unwashed underwear more attractive, but unfortunately, I always washed my underwear immediately after changing it, so he never had a chance to get them. He was very frustrated and even thought about forcibly pulling down a female classmate's panties after evening self-study to smell them. He was afraid of resistance from other girls, but this girl was thinner and easier to get. When I heard that, I broke out in a cold sweat. If that happened, my son would really become a bad kid."

"After school in the afternoon, he came home and saw me sleeping, so he didn't make any noise to avoid waking me. When he put down his schoolbag and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, he saw my unwashed underwear. This was the closest thing to me...that area. It had traces and smells from when I used the toilet all day. He immediately got aroused, and his penis got hard. He didn't think about anything, just grabbed it and smelled it, and then he started masturbating. He even wrapped the underwear around...that area. He felt very excited and almost immediately wanted to ejaculate. Then I found out, but it only made him feel more excited. He knew he couldn't continue masturbating, but he couldn't help feeling the urge to ejaculate, and then..."

"Your mouth must be dry. Drink some water and tell me slowly."

Seeing that Anya was getting more and more excited, Wenze handed her a glass of water.

"Oh, thank you."

Anya took the glass. She was indeed very thirsty, probably because she had talked too much, and her body was also very hot! No wonder, it was embarrassing to talk to him about these things. Her face felt hot and must be very red. Oh well, never mind, she'd already told him everything.

"After my son finished speaking, I started to reason with him, saying that it was wrong to do that. Being curious about women shouldn't lead to illegal activities. I told him to read a book if he wanted to know what was under the skirt. The book explained it all, and there were illustrations. He would understand after reading it. But my son said he had never seen it before and didn't know how to find it. He asked if I could find it for him. I hesitated for a moment, but I thought it was a good idea. I could explain it to him from the side so he could understand faster. However, I was too embarrassed to look for a picture of a woman first, so I found a picture of a man and explained it to him. I said that when stimulated, the corpora cavernosa fills with blood, and then the penis becomes erect. I didn't use the word 'that' to replace it; I used the word 'penis' from the book. At times like this, you can't be embarrassed. You have to explain it to your son very clearly. After I finished, my son said, 'Oh, I see. I just learned that. It's interesting.' After hearing this, I felt even more that I was right to tell him these things, and I regretted not showing him this book sooner."

"Then I found the page with the female part, and a clear illustration of female genitalia appeared before my son's eyes. I thought if you added color, it would be almost indistinguishable from the real thing. That's why I didn't want to show my son this book before. My son stared intently at the illustration, and I explained it to him point by point, following the lines on the picture: this is what a woman's underwear looks like, that's your penis, this is how a woman looks, these are the labia, this is the clitoris, and so on. To be honest, when I was explaining, I had no other thoughts, and my face didn't even turn red. I completely saw myself as a teacher, and my son was my student. I had to teach him carefully, to help him resolve his doubts, and to keep him away from the path of crime."

"But you failed, didn't you? Xiaoming then asked to see the real thing, and you showed it to him, and then in a moment of impulse..."

Wenze guessed.

“No, no…”

Anya shook her head. “After I finished explaining, I asked my son if he understood. His breathing became rapid, and he said he understood. I looked at him and noticed a bulge on his crotch. Remembering what was in the bulge, I blushed and told him to keep looking before leaving. But my son stopped me and asked if he could see the real thing. The picture was black and white, and I couldn’t imagine what it looked like in real life. I immediately refused. How could I do that? My son looked disappointed, then knelt on the bed and pitifully said, ‘Can I see the top part? I want to see the places I ate when I was little…’ My son’s pitiful look softened my heart. I thought there shouldn’t be any problem with the top part. There are women on the street who take off their clothes and breastfeed, showing their big breasts to passersby. I just finished explaining it to my son, and he must be incredibly curious… Sigh, I’ll let him see it.”

"I said okay, just a look. My son's previously listless eyes suddenly brightened, and he nodded repeatedly, saying 'Okay, okay.' I stood up and unbuttoned my pajamas, then unhooked my bra. My hands were trembling, and I was having a fierce internal struggle. When I unbuttoned my bra, I felt like I was going all out. I didn't dare take off my top; I just opened my clothes, and then my breasts were exposed to my son… My son stared at my breasts as if bewitched, not even blinking. He knelt on the bed, almost as tall as me. I looked at the tent in his pants and felt very flustered, but deep down, there was a little…" …Well, how should I put it? It's a feeling of pride, I guess. I'm over forty, and I can still attract a boy my son's age. It satisfies a little vanity. Then my son asked to touch me again. I hesitated for a moment and then agreed. I've seen him before, so touching him wouldn't be a big deal. We used to kiss and touch each other when we were little, right? Then when he touched my breast, I shuddered. He didn't grab it hard, but pinched… my nipple… I felt itchy and wanted to stop him, but unexpectedly he… sucked on it…”

Anya's breathing became a little rapid, and her expression changed. “Oh… my son sucked on my breast, I was terrified. Although…” I fed him like this when he was little, but now that he's older, breastfeeding isn't an option anymore. My son grabbed me and started sucking and licking my breasts frantically. I was incredibly embarrassed, and what was even more annoying was that I was already...wet down there. I told him not to let go, and tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. I yelled that if he didn't let go, I'd never talk to him again, and only then did he release me. He looked at me with a tearful expression and said, "I'm sorry, Mom." I couldn't hold back anymore; my penis was so hard it hurt. Seeing how much he was suffering, I felt a pang of guilt and asked him if he wanted to masturbate. My son nodded. I sighed and said, "Go ahead and do it." I tried to leave, but he blocked my way, saying he wanted to masturbate while looking at my breasts. I immediately refused—how embarrassing! But then my son cried, saying he was in so much pain, like he was about to die, and begged me to just look once. My heart softened again, and I gritted my teeth, walked to the bedside, faced him, and closed my eyes. My son was overjoyed to see that I had agreed. He immediately pulled down his pants and started masturbating in front of me. He was standing on the bed… his penis… right in front of my breasts. The sounds of his hand and… his penis… rubbing against me were all over my ears. My face was hot, my body was hot, and I was getting even wetter. My mind was a mess…”

“This is outrageous! My son is masturbating in front of me! And I’m exposing my breasts to him! What am I doing? Just then, my son cried out. I recognized the sound of a man about to ejaculate and tried to dodge, but I was too late. My son had already… ejaculated on my breasts, covering them with… semen, hot… and… some of it got on… my face because I tried to dodge… um…

What happened to me? ” Why go into so much detail? Right, he asked me to go into more detail, otherwise it's impossible to analyze… It wasn't my intention to say it…

Oh! …My body is so hot! Can recalling things with my son be this stimulating? I want it so badly down there, no… I can't show it… It's so itchy… Oh! …I'm wet…

Anya's reaction was observed by Wenze without missing a beat. He leaned comfortably against the blanket, a wicked look on his face. “And then…” March 17th,
Chapter 21:

In the quiet hotel room, a man and a woman sat facing each other, wrapped in towels. The man looked at the woman with lewd eyes, like a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb. The woman sat there, her face flushed, her mind in turmoil.

“Dr. An, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?”

“…”

He still asks what's wrong! How am I supposed to continue?! " My body is so horny right now, I'm afraid I'll embarrass myself if I keep talking..."

"Dr. An, you feel like your body wants it, right? Don't worry, it's normal to have desires when talking about these things, especially since it involves your son. It's okay, it's normal, don't take it to heart. Keep going, what happened next?"

Wenze knew the medication was starting to work when he saw Anya's expression. He thought to himself how lucky he was that he only used a little. Last time on the rooftop, she orgasmed after only a few thrusts; her body is too sensitive.

"Um... thank you..."

Anya was touched by Wenze's understanding and sincerely thanked him. After receiving psychological affirmation, the urge to vent her feelings surged up again.

"Let's continue. Your son ejaculated on your breasts the first time you enlightened him, how impulsive! And then, did he regain his virility and push you down? Hehe..."

"No... he wouldn't dare... at that time, I was covered in my son's... heeze, my mind was blank. After he finished, his desire was gone. After calming down, he realized that after secretly using my underwear to masturbate, he had done something even more outrageous to me. He glanced at the mess on my chest and lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look at me. I didn't know what to say, so I turned around and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came out, he lowered his head and apologized to me again. I knew he was aroused by my breasts, so I didn't blame him. I said that I did all this for him, just to prevent him from going astray and to prevent it from affecting his studies. I told him not to think nonsense in the future and to focus on his studies. If he had any questions, he could tell me and I would answer them for him. My son nodded solemnly and agreed, saying that he would study hard to repay me."

"...Later, he did keep his promise and focused on his studies, putting aside distractions. I praised him for his rapid improvement in grades, and he earnestly said it was because of my understanding that he was able to do so, and that the only way to repay his mother was to study hard. I was very pleased, feeling that although what happened that night was absurd, the ending was good; it not only stopped my son from having wild thoughts but also improved his grades, achieving the expected goal. But later I realized I had oversimplified the matter. After about a month, my son's grades stagnated, and when he studied at home, he would frequently go to the living room to get a drink or go to the bathroom, secretly glancing at me. I asked him what was wrong, why he had lost his motivation to study, and he hesitated..." He wouldn't say anything, just mumbled. I told him, "You're your mother's son. You shouldn't have secrets from your mother. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll help you solve it." He was embarrassed and said his motivation to study hadn't weakened, but it had been affected because of what happened last time. He couldn't forget it, and he hadn't masturbated even once in the past month, as I had told him, so he was feeling a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to look at my breasts again and ejaculate on them. I immediately refused him, saying that last time was wrong and we couldn't do it again. My son was disappointed and went back to his room. I was a little angry and ignored him. He'd tasted the pleasure and wanted more. If I gave in to him again, what would happen? I can't indulge this habit. I'm his mother, not..."

"And then your son became listless again, right?"

"Yes... Later, my son went back to being listless, and his grades dropped... I had no choice but to talk to him again. My son cried and apologized to me. He knew what he did was wrong and wanted to focus on his studies to forget about it, but he just couldn't get that thought out of his mind. He was thinking about me all the time. When he closed his eyes at night, all he could see was my image, my body, my... breasts... He couldn't study at all... I hesitated. It seems I was too happy last time. My son is obviously infatuated with me... It hurts my heart to see him like this... In the end, I gave in and let him do it. It's not like we haven't done it before. My son has been so obedient to me and hasn't masturbated for a month. I should praise him. He must be really pent up... Hey, it's just ejaculating on my breasts, it's nothing. It can improve his grades, boost his spirits, and satisfy his desires to prevent him from making mistakes outside. Let

him ejaculate!" "You agreed to it so easily? I feel like your son is deliberately blackmailing you to get you to agree?"

"...No, my son is very simple and honest. He wouldn't be so cunning. He's always been very respectful to me..."

Wenze shook his head slightly. He was indeed simple-minded, but not your son, but yourself...

"After I agreed, my son jumped for joy. Seeing his smug expression, I reminded him that after he was done, he must clear his mind and concentrate on his studies, and that he couldn't do it again. He immediately agreed, saying that once he was done, the distractions would disappear, and of course he would study hard. But then he hesitated and said that if

he needed to, he would want to do it again... I didn't want to haggle over this, it would be too embarrassing, so I just said we'd talk about it later and brushed it off..." "You see, if you had been more firm then, it would have been better. Your son saw that you weren't resolute, so he kept asking you. When he hesitated, he was testing you, testing where your bottom line was. From that day on, he must have frequently asked to ejaculate on you, and you didn't refuse him for one reason or another, right?" "

Yes... that's right... I was indeed too soft-hearted in this respect..."

"Then your son must have ejaculated a lot the second time. You were exposing your breasts and letting your son masturbate. The first time he ejaculated in the toilet and it was still so much. The second time he held it in for a month, there must have been so much semen that it covered your breasts!"

The climax was approaching, and it was time to tease her! Wenze began to use bold words to seduce Anya. He clearly saw her change.

Anya's face was flushed, and her hands were rubbing between her tightly closed legs, looking extremely aroused.

"Hmm... a lot... it got... all... sticky... ah... on my face, on my clothes... From then on... hmm... when I do it... I... I don't wear a shirt anymore... hmm..."

Why did I answer his question? It wasn't really related to this... but...

I just wanted to say it, and I wanted to tell the details... Ah! It's so hot! It's even hotter than before! Is the air conditioner in this room broken? Oh... I want it so badly! No, I have to hold back! I mustn't embarrass myself in front of him!

“Dr. An, are you hot? I’ll turn the air conditioner down a bit later…”

Wenze took the remote control, pretending to lower the temperature, but actually just pressed the fan direction button.

“Oh… thank you…”

The air conditioner beeped, and Anya thanked Wenze again from the bottom of her heart. He noticed she was hot; he was such a thoughtful person.

“Okay, let’s continue. What happened next? He got used to ejaculating on you and then took advantage of you, right? Did he suck and touch you with great pleasure?”

“Um… but… touching… me… I rarely let him suck… it’s too embarrassing… Gradually, my son got hooked and realized that I easily compromised for his studies and mental health, so he often asked for it…”

Anya lowered her head.

“Do you feel pleasure when he touches you?”

Wenze suddenly asked.

“Um… um… yes… yes, he would touch me before ejaculating… ah!”

Anya cried out. It turned out that Wenze had appeared in front of her at some point and grabbed her breast with his large hand.

"Oh... what are you doing! I don't want to..."

Anya hurriedly tried to block with her hands, but Wenze's next words made her hands stop in mid-air.

"Don't move, Dr. An. Don't you believe me? I didn't mean anything by it. What you just said lacked details, so I can't analyze it. It's like how the police can't solve a case without clues. I touched you to let you recall the events firsthand. Only when you're completely open-minded can you tell the story perfectly, so I can analyze it perfectly and give you a satisfactory conclusion."

Wenze looked into Anya's eyes. "Besides, I've seen you and touched you before, and... that... you don't need to be shy."

"..."

Anya stopped when she heard this. Facing Wenze's gaze, she lowered her head. Yes, he had already done it anyway, and now was a special moment to talk about my son and me. I couldn't be careless. I shouldn't overthink it.

"Dr. An, is this how your son touches you?"

Wenze's hands began to rub.

"Oh...yes...not as...skilled as you...it seems...I need...more force..."

Anya's head was almost touching her legs as she finished speaking. Under the dual stimulation of drugs and psychology, she felt that her whole body wanted it. At this moment, the large hand touching her breasts was definitely adding fuel to the fire for her thirsty body!

Wenze covered Anya's breasts with both hands. Although there was a bath towel between them, he could still feel the proud size. He stroked the soft flesh and occasionally touched the already erect nipples, which made Anya cry out softly.

"Is this right? What about later? Your son won't be satisfied with just shooting into your breasts."

"Yes... oh... later... it got to the point where I had to masturbate him with my hand, I... I agreed to it... ah!"

Anya cried out again, because this time Wenze untied his towel, naked, and pointed his erect penis at her, taking one of her hands and placing it on it. "How do you help him? Is it like this?"

"Ah... yes..."

Anya didn't resist at all, letting Wenze succeed. The hot penis made her palms sweat, and her eyes were filled with lust as she involuntarily gripped it tightly.

It's so big! This guy is much bigger than my son! Oh! Should I start stroking it now? It's so embarrassing!

I... I can't move... but... but I really want to strok it...

"Dr. Anya, don't force yourself. I said I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to match your memories. Just stop there, you don't have to strok mine like you strok your son's penis. Of course, if you want to strok it, I won't refuse, hehe..."

Wenze saw Anya's hesitation and deliberately played the good guy.

"Haha..."

Anya laughed shyly, still resisting the urge to masturbate, though she gripped her breasts tighter.

"How often do you and your son do this? You should know that doing this too often is bad for your health."

"Yes, my son wants it almost every day, but I only let him do it two or three times a week. I won't give him more than that, and he can't do anything about it. He doesn't dare to ask me too much... Ah!"

Anya cried out for the third time, this time because Wenze had slipped his hand under the towel, caressing her breasts skin-to-skin.

What a wonderful touch! Just scratching an itch through a boot won't do! Wenze thought to himself, secretly untying Anya's towel...

"Mmm... Ah..."

The towel slipped down and piled up around her waist, her erect nipples pressed against Wenze's palm, sending waves of pleasure through her with each rubbing motion. His large hand pinched and kneaded, occasionally pinching and sliding his fingers between her nipples. Anya didn't react much to her already naked upper body; her eager nipples, the moment they were touched, sent a shiver of pleasure through her body, and she couldn't care less about anything else.

"Were you two naked when you did it later?"

"Um... but... on top... I... didn't take my pants off... oh... don't touch there..."

Anya looked up at Wenze shyly, her watery eyes staring directly at him.

"Tired of sitting? Come on, get on the bed, the chair is too hard."

Anya didn't refuse, but felt weak all over. She let go of his penis, grabbed the armrest of the chair, and stood up, the towel draped around her waist slipping down.

Anya stood naked in front of Wenze, but she didn't even wrap herself up again with the towel!

What's wrong with me? I should protect myself immediately! But why don't I want to protect myself? Why do I want him to see me? Oh! I can't take it anymore! It's so hot! No, this is too embarrassing!

A sliver of reason made Anya slightly turn to the side, covering her private parts with her hand, unaware that this position would only further fuel Wenze's lust.

Anya's body trembled slightly as she turned, her long eyelashes fluttering in her bright eyes, revealing her nervousness. Her slightly parted, luscious lips were irresistible, inviting kisses. Her large, white breasts heaved like freshly steamed buns. Looking down, her forties revealed a slight belly, but it gave her a voluptuous figure. Her fleshy buttocks were perfectly proportioned; "full breasts and plump hips" was the most fitting description of her voluptuous body! Wenze felt his throat go dry, unable to look away…

“Dr. An, no wonder your son is so infatuated with you. You certainly have the looks to attract men. Come on up.”

“I… I can go to bed… but… you can’t…”

Anya turned her face away, unable to bear Wenze's wolfish gaze.

“Of course, Dr. An, don’t misunderstand. I only called you to bed because I saw you were tired of sitting. Please continue your story. I haven’t heard enough yet, so I can’t do anything else. Come on, come here, lean against me. Hey, don’t move, the headboard is too hard and uncomfortable. It’ll be more comfortable if you lean against me.”

Wenze pulled Anya onto the bed, leaned against the headboard, and hugged her from behind, grabbing Anya’s large breasts and feeling their fullness. “Oh, they’re so big, Dr. An. How big are your breasts? So magnificent!”

“3…36…36D…”

Although he was embarrassed, he still said it. He didn’t know why, but he just wanted to tell him.

"Wow! Absolutely gorgeous! Your son is so lucky! Okay, this position is comfortable, right? Tell me, how did you end up giving him oral sex? It must have been difficult to put your son's genitals in your mouth, right? Or did you feel that since you had already masturbated your son, oral sex wasn't such a big deal? Have you ever given your husband oral sex before?"

"Um..."

Anya was a little confused. She was naked and being held in his arms, yet she didn't feel too ashamed. Poor Anya had no idea that the drugs were already taking effect, making her breasts and vagina unbearably itchy, and her skin extremely sensitive. She desperately wanted to throw herself into the man's arms.

Wenze's actions suited her perfectly, and she leaned against him, continuing her story.

"Before... yes... my husband asked me to, but as for giving my son oral sex... um... that time I actually... even showed him my... genitals..."

Anya's voice was barely audible, her face flushed crimson.

"Wow! No way! You don't seem like such a bold person, do you? You've always taken it one step at a time. Oral sex should be a big hurdle, how could you go and expose your genitals like that?"

Wenze was shocked. Could it be that Anya really was forced into this situation by his son?

"No... I..."

Anya was both ashamed and anxious, not knowing what to say. "That... that son lied to me..."

"Don't rush, don't rush, tell me slowly. I didn't mean to make fun of you. How did he lie to you?"

"That... that time... I masturbated my son for a long time but he didn't ejaculate. I was very confused. My son said it was because he had masturbated too many times and didn't feel anything anymore, that the stimulation wasn't enough, and that he needed more stimulation. Later I found out that he had secretly masturbated once beforehand... Then he said he wanted to see my genitals. I disagreed. How could I do that? That's my bottom line as a mother. Breasts are fine, but genitals are absolutely not allowed!"

"But... my son said he'd wanted to see that book ever since I explained it to him. He'd always wanted to, it seemed mysterious, and after seeing the pictures, he wanted to see the real thing even more. He said if I hadn't shown him the book, his desire wouldn't be so strong now, and that I had to take responsibility for the desire I aroused. Then he said he's now obsessed with seeing women's genitals, so curious he's practically dying, and he even had the idea of pulling down his female classmates' pants. I was terrified. My son was whispering in my ear, his breath tickling me, and he was grabbing my breasts. I was holding his penis in my hand. Maybe he'd aroused me, because I actually thought what he said made sense. I half-heartedly took off my pajama bottoms, lay down on the bed, and spread my legs. I... I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear. I felt safer with some clothes on, but my son insisted I take them off. I was afraid to take them off and afraid he'd say something else, so...

I just... pulled my underwear aside... Oh... I can't take it anymore! I'm wet down there... Ah! So embarrassing, my breasts are so swollen! Harder, touch them harder!"

"Your son always uses the same tricks. He begs you to take a look first, then he starts his emotional appeal, and then you give in... And what did he do to you after he saw it?"

It's so exciting! That's the feeling I'm looking for! Wenze's breathing quickened.

"Then...then...he brought his face close to mine, and I was so ashamed I didn't dare move, covering my face tightly with my hands.

That was the most embarrassing time I'd ever been, even more so than when I had sex with my son later. I was trembling all over when I pulled down my underwear, my most private parts completely exposed to my son. I felt like my face was on fire. I secretly looked up and saw that my son's face was almost touching mine. I immediately tried to close my legs in shame, but my son used his arm to push my legs apart, saying that he finally saw a woman's genitals, that they were beautiful, and thanked me. I said that since I saw them, I should get up, but...then he touched...my...there. I quickly told him to stop, but it was no use. My son kept touching my...ah...labia...I was so nervous, and what was even more shameful was that I...was wet...I actually got wet from my son's touch! I immediately thought of telling my son to stop, but he...he actually...kissed me...ah..."

"Really? Your son is a natural-born child. The first time he saw a woman's genitals, he knew to caress them with his mouth. Did he just kiss them? Did he lick them a few times?"

"Mmm... He licked them... He even... He even put his tongue in... Oh... My mind went blank and I felt like I didn't know anything... I just felt the water flowing down there... flowing down there... Ah...

At that moment... my son got up, and I vaguely saw him kneeling between my legs, and then something hard... pressed against me..."

"And then you let him fuck you, right?"

Wen Ze stared at Anya with bloodshot eyes.

"No... almost... my mind went blank at that moment, but one thing was very clear: I couldn't let my son... penetrate me. I'm his mother, and for him to penetrate me would be incest. Touching and kissing are fine, even ejaculating on me is fine, but penetration is not! I pushed him away with all my might and sat up, looking at him firmly and saying no, I can't do this. My son didn't expect me to refuse him at that moment. He was so frustrated, constantly begging me to let him penetrate me, but I still refused. Then my son cried, asking if I could bear to see him in so much pain. I looked at his... there, and felt a little guilty. I was the one who made him suffer so much, and I had to take responsibility. But I was still very rational. Then... I said, 'Lie down, Mom will make you feel good,' and then I... gave him oral sex..."

"Impressive! You could still restrain your desire at that moment and use oral sex as a compromise to satisfy your son's lust! How was your son's penis?"

"...Hmm... so-so. I still... kept my bottom line very strictly..."

"Did he ejaculate in your mouth?"

“No… I felt he was about to ejaculate, so I quickly spat it out… and then… he ejaculated on my face…”

“You were able to overcome your desires with reason. In that respect, you're a completely qualified mother. You did what most women can't, and you were able to stop yourself at the crucial moment. What did you do after that? How did your son do all that to you?”

Anya shifted her body uncomfortably. “Later… my son and I did almost everything, except… penetration… there…”

"Did you do everything? Just oral sex, touching breasts and stuff, right? You really spoil him."

"Hmm... I guess I spoil him too much... Oh!... Gently..."

Wenze kept kneading Anya's soft breasts, so big! Last time on the hospital rooftop, I didn't have time to touch them properly, this time I'm going to really feel them!

"Go on, don't let me affect you, you and your son do it so frequently, haven't you ever let your husband find out?"

"No... but once we almost got caught by someone..."

"Oh! What happened? Tell me..."

Wenze became interested.

"That day...that day was in the afternoon. My son wanted it as soon as he got home from school. I thought he'd been holding back for almost a week, so I agreed. We lay down on the bed, and then my son took off my clothes and started sucking me..."

"Where did he suck you? Did it feel good? Was it very hard?"

"Oh...sucking...sucking down there...he...he sucked very hard. I'm not used to him sucking there. That day I had just gotten off work and hadn't had time to wash. I twisted my body and shouted that it was dirty and he shouldn't suck, but it was no use. I said that was where he peed and it wasn't hygienic, but my son said that he had also...sucked his peeing place, so he had to give it back."

"This kid really knows how to talk, he's got you completely under his thumb."

"Hmm...I've never had my mouth do that before. My husband never touches that place, he thinks it's dirty. But my son sucked so hard, he even put his tongue in. I gradually started to feel pleasure. My son kept licking, and occasionally he would put his fingers in too. Then I didn't care about anything anymore, I stopped talking, and started enjoying that feeling...ah!"

"Is that so..."

Wenze inserted his right index and middle fingers into Anya's overflowing vagina, hooking them and probing, while his thumb slowly rubbed the small protrusion at the tip of her vulva. "Does it feel better when I do it or when your son does it?"

"Ah! Hmm... Ah... Don't go so fast... You..."

Anya closed her eyes, her burning vagina suddenly being penetrated by fingers, like a thirsty person drinking sweet spring water, her whole body exuding comfort. "Oh... Gently... You're like this... I... I can't... speak..."

"Sorry, I was too impatient, is this okay?"

Wenze slowed down his speed and force.

"Hmm... Okay... I... Where was I... Oh... Slow down..."

Drinking sweet spring water too fast is unbearable. Anya's body curled up in a ball from the stimulation, her legs clamped together, her hands grabbing Wenze's arms, afraid that he would speed up again.

"Speaking of your son doing this to you like I did, you felt really good..."

"Mmm...yes...he...he went faster and faster, it felt so good I wanted to moan, but I couldn't shout it out in front of my son, so I had to keep my mouth shut, gripping the sheets tightly, and thrusting my hips upwards. I felt like I was about to climax, but...but then the doorbell suddenly rang. My son and I were both startled and jumped up in fright. My son's face turned pale, and I think mine did too. Then someone outside said it was a delivery person, and we breathed a sigh of relief. I told my son to open the door, and I went into the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, my son wanted to continue, but I was already too scared to continue, so I stopped him and told him to let me rest and that I should take care of myself...oh..."

"Hehe, you were really scared, weren't you? Did your vagina spasm?"

"I...I forgot...anyway, I was just so scared, my heart was still pounding all night..."

"Looks like you were really frightened, but you were having so much fun, it must have been hard to stop halfway through, right?"

"Yeah...there was nothing I could do...I couldn't just not open the door when someone rang the doorbell..."

“Now that no one's bothering you, you can relax and enjoy yourself. Didn't you say you felt you'd climax soon? Let me prove it and see how long it takes you to climax.”

Wenze immediately pressed harder, his fingers moving again.

“Oh! Ah! No… I can't take it… Ah!”

Anya writhed wildly, her naked body twisting and turning, her legs clamping and spreading, but she couldn't escape the onslaught of his fingers.

Wenze kissed Anya's earlobe, licking it incessantly, his fingers stimulating her G-spot with the speed he'd honed from tearing her underwear and being electrocuted while playing "Metal Gear Solid." “Squirt! Squirt! Show me your climax!”

“Ahhh… No… Ahhh… Stop… Stop… Ahhh… Too fast… I peed… I peed!… Ahhh…”

Anya screamed like a madwoman. Unable to hold onto Wenze's hand, she gave up, instead gripping the sheets tightly, her feet on the bed, her body rising and falling like a live fish on a chopping board.

Amazing! Incredibly strong reaction! " No wonder she's a horny mature woman!" Wenze thought to himself. Just then, he felt a sudden heat in Anya's vagina, his fingers enveloped in a stream of hot water. He quickly thrust in and out a few more times, then abruptly pulled his fingers out!

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

A stream of clear liquid immediately gushed from Anya's vagina, then a second, a third…

With each spurt, Anya arched her back and cried out, until all three streams of vaginal fluid had finished spraying out, and she collapsed weakly back onto the bed. Wenze looked at the soaked sheets in front of him, marveling, "Wow! Amazing! Every woman produces vaginal fluid, but few can spray it out like that. This woman is a treasure!"

"Huff… huff…"

Anya gasped for breath, leaning limply against Wenze's chest, occasionally twitching. "

Oh my god! I couldn't breathe just now, I felt like I was going to die! It felt so good! Being a woman is so wonderful!" Wenze really knows how to do this… Ah… I feel so weak, but my body still wants more. No way, I just had an orgasm! Is my libido really that strong? No way…

Anya didn't know about the drugging, so she attributed her undiminished libido to her own strong desire. At that moment, Wenze grabbed her breasts again, and a gentle voice whispered in her ear, “Dr. Anya, is it comfortable?”

“Mmm… comfortable… it’s just… it’s too fast… I can’t take it…”

Anya, after her orgasm, didn't hide anything and told the truth.

Thinking that the pleasure she felt from being penetrated was because she had aroused her desire by talking about her son, she was too ashamed to open her eyes. "Am I... too... too... too lewd... talking about my son but..."

"Absolutely not, it's normal. Anyone gets excited when talking about sex, unless they're sick. You're just a little more sensitive."

Wenze leaned forward. "Dr. An, it's a bit troublesome calling you that. Can I call you Sister Min from now on?"

"Huh? Why? Can't I just call you Sister An? Why Sister Min?"

An Ya didn't understand for a moment, completely forgetting her earlier decision not to see him again.

"Hehe, it's simple. Your body is so sensitive, it's only natural to call you Sister Min!"

"Ah! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Anya blushed deeply, reaching out to pinch Wenze's leg. "Don't call me that! Ah..."

Two fingers pinched the cherry-like buds at the tips of his snow-white breasts. Anya grabbed the mischievous hand. "No... let me rest for a while..."

"Okay, I'll be gentle, no force. Go on, we haven't gotten to the point yet. I don't understand your firm stance on boundaries. Since you were so against your son penetrating you, how could you..."

"Well... that was more than two months later. I was terrified after that day. If it weren't for that deliveryman, I might have reached orgasm, and my son might have impulsively had sex with me when he saw me like that... Even though my son saw and touched me, we didn't cross the final line. His penis didn't penetrate me, so I felt more at ease. For a month after that, I didn't let my son touch me. I was afraid I would lose myself in desire and be... During that month, my son begged me many times, but I cruelly refused. I told him to calm down, that it had been too frequent lately, and that he felt sorry for his father. This was the first time I mentioned my husband to him. My son was stunned for a moment, probably feeling guilty, and listened to me without pressing me further..."

"At that time, you and your son were feeling guilty towards your husband and father. If you had handled it well, you could have stopped this relationship, but in the end, you still crossed the line. I think it was because your husband was cheating on you at that time, right?"

"...Yes, during that time I discovered my husband's affair. I was furious and kicked him out, making him stay in his office for over a week. Now I regret it so much, so much... It was during that week... that my son and I finally slept together..."

"Really... Did your son force you... or did you initiate it?"

"Well... if I had to say... maybe it was me... Although... although my son and I slept together, I'm the kind of woman who's very faithful. I don't have any other men besides my husband. After my husband cheated, I made a scene, cried, and was very heartbroken. I thought he was so heartless, having worked so hard for me and still finding another woman! My

son didn't say anything. I thought he didn't know how to comfort me, thinking he was still just a child.

But later I realized I was wrong. My son was very caring. Those few days he saw I looked haggard but didn't ask for sex, and even helped me with housework... That day was Friday. I was off work in the afternoon, and feeling depressed, I drank some alcohol..." I went to sleep after a while, and woke up when my son got out of school, remembering I hadn't cooked dinner. I got up to go to the kitchen, but my son came in, carrying a plate of stir-fried vegetables. He'd gone to a restaurant to cook them. I asked him why he'd gone to cook, and after putting the vegetables down, he said it was nothing, he just wanted me to rest, that I was emotionally exhausted and shouldn't overwork myself… Hearing that, tears welled up in my eyes, and I hugged my son and cried. My husband cheated on me, and I was very angry and heartbroken. Thankfully, I have a son, such a good son! He knows my troubles but doesn't directly comfort me to avoid embarrassing me; he just comforts me with his actions. He's so much better than my husband! Anya sighed, adjusted her posture, and continued.

“My son is my own flesh and blood. He knows how to care for me. He hugged me and patted my back gently, but it quickly turned into caressing. He moved closer to me, and I could feel that he was already hard… I glanced at my son, and he was looking at me with hopeful eyes. It’s been a month. No wonder he reacted so quickly. I was drunk at the time, thinking that if my husband doesn’t cherish me, my son will. I’ll be good to whoever is good to me! My son came out of my body, so what’s the big deal now that he’s back! He must have been pent up for over a month. Today, I’ll give myself to him and make him happy.”

“Were you drunk and acting on impulse, or did you really think that way?”

“…Maybe a little bit, because afterwards… I… I didn’t regret it too much… Maybe it was because my husband cheated on me that made me want to get revenge…”

“Hmm… that makes sense. Continue.”

"...I looked at my son and said, 'Do you want your mother?' He said yes. I said, 'Do you want everything?' He was stunned for a moment, then excitedly said he wanted her every day. I blushed, mustered my courage, and said, 'If you want her, you can, but you absolutely cannot neglect your studies. Also, you absolutely, absolutely cannot let anyone know, or we'll be finished, understand?' My son looked at me in disbelief. He didn't expect me to agree to his request today, and so completely. He thought I was doing it for his studies, so he immediately swore that he would get first place in the whole school and would never let me down. Then... he carried me into his room... and then it happened... That's all, I'm done..." Anya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Done? Don't joke around, Sister Min, it's over once we're in the room? What about the details? How did you insert it? How did you move it? You have to tell me everything!"

Wenze persisted.

"Don't call me Sister Min! Ah... don't touch... ah... don't touch there..."

Anya quickly squeezed her thighs together, but it was too late. Wenze's hand had already touched the pearl at the entrance of her vagina, skillfully stroking it.

“Tell me, or I’ll keep doing it.”

Wenze continued to do as he pleased.

“Ah…ah…I’ll tell you…I’ll tell you…stop…”

Anya finally gave in. How embarrassing! She couldn’t bring herself to tell the details! This pervert, oh, he’s so hot. Fine, just tell me already, and I’ll take a shower to cool off.

“Oh…don’t touch me yet…I…I took off my clothes as soon as I entered the room, and then lay on the bed. My son took off his clothes and climbed on top of me, kissing me. I trembled when our lips touched. It was the first time I had ever kissed my son. Usually, he only kisses my breasts, never my lips, and I don’t let him. My son’s movements were clumsy. He was just kissing my lips, but his hands were restless, grabbing at my…breasts, and then…reaching down there. Ah! Don’t move! I’m telling you!”

Wenze played along with her story, grabbing her breasts with one hand and inserting his other hand into her vagina, which made Anya scold him.

"Oh... I was so nervous, I closed my eyes and didn't move at all, letting him do whatever he wanted. After a while... he touched me down there and I got wet. He then took his... penis... and tried to insert it, but after several tries he couldn't find the right spot. I was getting... aroused too. He was sweating profusely. I looked at my son's expression and found it a little funny. I couldn't bear to make him anxious anymore, so I... took his... and aimed it at the spot. He looked at me gratefully, then leaned down and... inserted it... Ah... what are you doing..."

"Sister Min, is it like this that he can't insert it?"

Wenze moved to Anya's front and laid her naked body flat, thrusting his penis against her inner thigh a few times. "Is it like this?"

"Yes... yes..."

Anya covered her face in embarrassment. He…he’s going to penetrate me…No, I’ve decided I can’t have sex with him anymore…But…my body wants it so bad…my pussy is burning with itchiness…I want…I want a cock…

“And then, does it feel good when he puts it in? How does he move?”

“Mmm…it feels good…He…he’s inexperienced…he just…goes in and…quickly…thrusts…oh…he…came…in just a few thrusts…”

Anya gasped, her chest heaving…Mmm…I want it! I want a cock to penetrate me! Ah! It’s okay to penetrate, right…Anyway…Anyway, I’ve already told him so many embarrassing things, even if we don’t have sex now, I’ve already lost face…How about…we do it just once…Oh! Let’s do it! Just this once…Oh…I’m going to be penetrated by his big cock again…I’m so looking forward to it…

Thinking of this, Anya obediently spread her legs, so that Wenze could get closer, actively opening her legs in front of Wenze, which made her even more shy, and she tightly covered her face, not daring to look at Wenze.

Success! Legs open! She finally let me fuck her! Now it's time for the most crucial step: to satisfy her properly with my cock, so she'll never be able to leave me again! Hmph, Anya, you've been drooling so much, you must be starving. Don't worry, I'll feed you right now! Let me moisten your lips first…

Wenze rubbed the head of his penis against her labia a few times but didn't penetrate. Anya was so anxious that she kept twisting her hips. She felt relieved, but she was too embarrassed to say it, so they remained in this stalemate.

"Sister Min, what are you doing? You want it, don't you?"

Wenze's ghostly voice rang in Anya's ear, "Do you twist like this when you're with your son?"

"Don't...don't mention my son...don't humiliate me anymore...I'll listen to you...I'll tell you what happened...please don't talk about him anymore..."

Anya was getting more and more uncomfortable, and her writhing became more violent.

"Okay, oh dear! I almost forgot, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, look at my memory, I clearly said you could leave after you finished telling your story, but now...hehe, here are your clothes, put them on, I'll go get dressed too."

He said, taking the clothes next to him and handing them to Anya, pretending to get up.

"No..."

Anya immediately grabbed Wenze's arm, but when she opened her eyes, she saw him looking at her with a wicked smile, and she was both angry and ashamed! She pinched Wenze's thigh hard, "You...I'm already like this and you're still playing tricks on me..."

"Ah!"

Wenze winced in pain, damn it, why do all the women I like like to pinch people, what's wrong with them! It seems I have to teach them a lesson, watch me use my big cock to correct them properly!

At this point, there was no need for further words. Wenze leaned down, parted the moist petals with the head of his penis, and thrust his entire penis in without hesitation.

"Ah! Mmm..."

Anya had barely uttered a sound when her mouth was silenced. Wenze lay on top of her, kissing her soft lips and searching for his kind with his tongue.

"Mmm... Mmm..."

That's it! This is it! Anya returned the favor, her tongue entwining with Wenze's. The tender flesh inside her vagina eagerly enveloped his hot penis. So good! So hard! This is the real penis!

This is the feeling! This is the feeling of scratching an itch! Ah! My lower body is so itchy, please stop the itch!

Anya raised her legs and wrapped them around Wenze's back, her hands groping wildly behind him. Wenze lowered his head and kissed her fair neck incessantly...

"Ah... Ah... Oh..."

As soon as Anya's mouth was opened, an alluring moan escaped her lips, a sweet and intoxicating sound.

Anya was a horny, mature woman in her forties, her sexual desire even surpassing Xu Rou's. At this moment, she had reached the peak of her lust. Her vagina wasn't just gripping his penis; the tender flesh inside was writhing eagerly, making Wenze feel as if dozens of tiny mouths were simultaneously sucking on his penis—it felt so good! This Anya was much more horny than his aunt! Oh my, she's moving so intensely! Damn, I feel like I'm about to ejaculate!

"...You...move...um..."

Wenze quickly stopped thrusting, letting the sensation subside, but Anya beneath him couldn't take it anymore. She had felt incredibly empty before, but now that his penis was inside, she felt full yet remained motionless. The hard shaft felt like a burning stick deep inside her, ignoring her burning desire. Her body writhed wildly, and she no longer cared about being shy, directly demanding that Wenze move.

"Move? Move what? I'm stupid, if you don't explain clearly, I won't know what you want me to move,"

Wenze teased Anya, while simultaneously reducing the sensitivity of his penis.

"You...you..."

Anya was incredibly embarrassed and helpless. The desire within her body wouldn't allow her to maintain her composure any longer, so she had to force herself to speak, "Touch your...penis...you bad guy! I've already let you penetrate me...and you still...ah!ah!"

Wenze, having finished his rest, began thrusting violently. Anya's words were cut short by a delicate moan, and the familiar pleasure returned to her lower body. She stopped covering her face and instead wrapped her arms around Wenze, kissing his face wildly.

"Oh! Is it good, Sister Min? Is it good, oh!"

Wenze lowered his head and sucked on her bouncing breasts, his lower body pounding into the deepest, most tender flesh of Anya's body like a pile driver, his penis covered in glistening, lustful fluid. "Ah...so good...so good...oh..."

Anya forcefully pressed Wenze's head against her chest, kneading her other breast. She was completely lost in desire.

Wenze was even more excited by Anya's actions. This slut! I wasn't satisfied with just fucking her; I also wanted to play with her breasts. Looks like I need to show some skill.

He pulled back a little and withdrew his penis from her tightly clenched vagina with a "pop." The immense emptiness in her lower body instantly made Anya sit up, grabbing Wenze's arm and moaning, "Don't pull it out... mmm... I want it..."

"Come on, turn your back to me."

Wenze lay on the bed, making Anya turn her back to him, and straightened his penis. "Please sit."

Almost as soon as Wenze spoke, Anya squatted down, aimed at his penis, and sat down.

"Ah!"

So good! This position is so good! After the incestuous incident, she and her son had watched porn on his computer, so she wasn't unfamiliar with this position, but only theoretically. Because her son's sexual ability was completely incapable of using this position, otherwise he would ejaculate in less than twenty thrusts. But now, beneath her was Wenze with his incredibly powerful penis, so there was no need to worry about ejaculating in a few thrusts. She moved vigorously, finally truly experiencing the wonder of this position—deep!

"Tired? Lean back a little, yes, support yourself on the bed with your hands, I'll move..."

Although it felt good, she was indeed tired after moving a few times. Under Wenze's guidance, Anya changed positions, and as soon as her hands were on the bed, she thrust her penis upwards with all her might.

"Ah!... Slower... Ah... So good... Ah... Faster..."

Anya's arms trembled incessantly. She felt like her soul was leaving her body, and her words became incoherent.

"Sometimes you want me to go slower, sometimes faster, what do you want? You're so hard to please!"

Wenze laughed, holding Anya's waist with both hands and lifting her up a little higher. This way, he could clearly see his thick penis going in and out of Anya's vagina. The slightly white fluid representing pleasure had already covered the point where the two were joined. He thrust even harder, as if he wanted to pierce Anya.

"Ah!... It's in... Oh... Too deep... Stop... I can't take it... Stop~!"

This position already allowed for deep penetration, and with Wenze's force, Anya immediately begged for mercy.

"Oh... I can't take it anymore, your ass is still... moving so fast... Oh... Where is it hitting?" Wenze asked her deliberately

.

"Oh... all the way in... hitting my cervix... Ah! Slow down... I can't... I ca n't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!... I peed ... Ahh ... After ejaculating, she sat limply on Wenze, completely exhausted. "Damn! That was amazing, three times again! Are you satisfied now? But I haven't had enough yet." Wenze placed the limp Anya on the bed, turned her body so she was kneeling, and stood behind her, ready to penetrate her. He didn't kneel; he wanted to stand, to use the deepest, most intense rear-entry position to completely captivate Anya.

"No more... I can't take it anymore... Ah!"

Anya, her face pressed against the sheets and her buttocks raised high, felt Wenze's penis pressing against her vagina again. Unable to bear it any longer, she began to beg for mercy. The sensation of squirting made her feel incredibly good, her vagina even felt numb. She thought she was satisfied and couldn't continue, but with each thrust of his penis, the pleasure rose again!

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."

Her beautiful moans were tinged with tears. Wenze's hands slipped under Anya's armpits, grasping her large breasts that swayed with each thrust. His hard penis was pulled to the entrance of her vagina before being fully inserted each time.

Anya's vagina secreted more and more fluid in sync with the thrusting motion. She felt like she was about to give up, her brain felt oxygen-deprived, and she had lost the ability to think. The only thing she could clearly feel was the friction and pleasure inside her vagina. Gradually, the urge to urinate surged up again, but she no longer had the strength to cry out.

During squirting, the vagina contracts violently, and with the impact of the hot vaginal fluid, Wenze's penis, which had been thrusting for so long, simply couldn't withstand it. He assumed there wouldn't be any more squirting after a while, so he continued thrusting without worry. But then Anya suddenly gripped the sheets tightly, her vagina becoming even wetter and hotter as she bit down hard on his penis. A gush of hot liquid gushed out, drenching his glans, making Wenze even harder!

Oh no! Anya tricked me! She said she needed to pee the last few times, but this time she didn't give me any advance notice. She tricked me! Damn it! I can't hold it in! I'm going to cum!

Wenze roared, pulling Anya's waist back to allow his penis to penetrate even deeper. Thick semen shot out, and Anya buried her face in the bed, clutching the sheets in a mess. The immense pleasure made her feel like she was on cloud nine, but it also drained her of her last bit of strength. Finally, she screamed and fainted from the intense series of orgasms…

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