[Machine Tool Production] I love you, unrelated to sadomasochism (a hardcore fetish/mother complex story with a few cuckolding elements)

Author: Love You Until the End of the World
, March 16, 2015, published on sis001,
first ID: [Icons for IDs]
, first published on Queen's Encyclopedia.
Chapter 1: Prologue.
I lived with my mother for eighteen years. The year I graduated, my mother led me into the world of sadomasochism,
and also led me towards a future I dared not predict…
I have a girlfriend named Xue Qian, my future wife. Her beautiful appearance became undeniable after graduation,
attracting many suitors. Her S-shaped figure always reminded people of the protagonists in TV breast enhancement commercials. Her 1.7-meter
height compared to my 1.68-meter height always drew strange looks when we walked together. However, our
relationship was very good; perhaps sadomasochism mediated the conflicts that should exist between husband and wife, because my wife is my queen
.
My name is Wang Xiaofeng, the only son of my mother, Mu Qin, and also my mother's most beloved dog.
My mother became pregnant with me at sixteen, and eventually married my father, who was ten years older than her, because of the pregnancy. So my mother
is only 35 years old now, the most radiant time of a woman's life. You can really
feel the maturity in every move she makes. My mother has such a beautiful face; time hasn't left a trace on her face. When we walk down the street, we
are often mistaken for mother and son. Incredibly, I ended up becoming my mother's dog, and the initial reason was that my mother
wanted to pull me out of the abyss of sadomasochism...
My first encounter with sadomasochism was in junior high school, caused by a pair of my mother's underwear...
Chapter Two: My Mother's Underwear
Coming home from school, I saw my mother, who was in her thirties, busy in the kitchen. I called out loudly, "Mom, I'm home!
What are you making?"
"Minced meat and tomato sauce. Your father is eating out tonight, so I just made some side dishes. Please make do with this," my mother said without turning around, still
busy.
After dinner, Mom cleared the dishes and went to take a shower. I watched TV outside, but my mind was filled with thoughts of Mom's
snow-white body. My penis involuntarily became erect. I wanted to put on an adult film, but I was afraid Mom would suddenly come out.
I was so frustrated. I rubbed my penis through my pants, imagining scenes from adult films, fantasizing that I was the male lead,
having sex with Mom.
Mom came out of the shower wearing only her pajamas, lazily drying her hair, and said, "Little one, go take a shower, and then do your
homework." "Okay, I'm going now," I replied absentmindedly, looking at Mom's curvaceous body.
In the bathroom, I took out my penis, preparing to masturbate. At that time, I didn't have a foreskin, and it wasn't very big.
As I was stroking it, I suddenly saw Mom's underwear hanging on the wall. An indescribable excitement surged into my mind
. "I really want to smell Mom's underwear, and lick it to see what it tastes like," I thought to myself.
Trembling, I took down Mom's underwear and covered my nose. I immediately smelled a sour, pungent odor, somewhat
like vinegar.
Strangely, I wasn't disgusted. It was a pair of red lace panties. I unfolded the panties to see
what was tightly covering my mother's vulva. Yellowish, viscous liquid came into view, and a large patch of milky-white discharge hadn't
dried yet. A sour, stinky smell lingered in my nostrils. At that moment, my penis was as hard as iron. I put the
dirtiest part in my mouth and licked it hard, imagining that I was licking my mother's dirty vulva. A sour, stinky
smell mixed with the stench of urine filled my mouth.
I became even more excited, and my left hand quickly stroked my penis. "Ah, ah, ah," I cried out involuntarily,
my scrotum contracting in waves. I orgasmed, orgasming while smelling my mother's smelly panties.
This was the most satisfying ejaculation I'd ever had, it felt like my balls were about to burst. I sat weakly on the ground
, my legs trembling, still holding my mother's panties in my hand, feeling nauseous. The incredibly delicious smell from before now made
me want to vomit.
I put the panties back in their place, afraid that my mother would notice something.
Until my senior year of high school, I ejaculated while smelling my mother's underwear. Later, I realized I had a fetish, but
I couldn't quit. Because I was careful, my mother didn't notice anything. After high school, I got access to a mobile phone and
then frantically searched for fetish articles online. Regular erotic literature seemed like chewing wax to me. Gradually, I
came into contact with SM, and I started fantasizing about a queen who could train me, making me smell underwear that hadn't been washed for seven or eight days,
licking the queen's vagina clean, and eating her vaginal discharge, urine, and vaginal fluid together. But I only thought about it; I was quite disgusted
by articles about whipping male slaves, feeling that it was too cruel, and I definitely couldn't bear it.
Chapter 3 Girlfriend Xue Qian
Later, I met my future wife, Xue Qian. I treated her very well, buying her breakfast every morning and
taking her home every night. We were deskmates in class, and I often groped her.
I remember once in physics class, an old man was lecturing, and none of us liked listening. Everyone was doing their own thing
, and no one was paying attention to his lecture. My wife was doing her chemistry homework. Looking at her profile, my little brother involuntarily
hardened again. I put my hand on her leg. She glared at me. "What are you doing if someone sees?" she said,
swatting my hand away.
"I just want to touch you, I like how soft you are," I grinned at her. She rolled her eyes at me and continued
doing her homework. Seeing that she wasn't angry, I became bolder.
I imitated the actions in porn movies, running my hand around Xue Qian's inner thigh and stroking it. Xue Qian seemed a little aroused
and didn't stop me. Her face turned red, and her hands stopped moving as fast as before.
I intensified my attack, touching her vulva through her underwear. She suddenly grabbed my hand. "Don't touch there, it's dirty."
"Where is it dirty? It smells great." I said, putting my hand to my nose and smelling it.
"You pervert, the peeing area is so dirty, and you're still smelling it." Xue Qian blushed and snatched my hand away.
"It doesn't smell bad, smell it if you don't believe me." I said shamelessly.
"I'm ignoring you, I need to do my homework," Xue Qian said, almost crying with embarrassment. She turned to her homework and ignored me.
I wasn't about to let her go, so I continued to caress her thigh. Afraid she'd get really angry, I didn't touch her genitals,
since it was summer and Xue Qian wasn't wearing much. I slowly slid my hand down her leg to her stomach,
stroking her through her clothes.
Xue Qian couldn't concentrate on her homework anymore; she lowered her head and pretended to sleep on the table. I watched...
She didn't refuse, so I slipped my hand inside her clothes. Her skin was smooth and without an ounce of fat; youthful flesh was
wonderful. Slowly, I touched her bra, and Xue Qian's breathing became a little rapid. I reached inside and grabbed
her breast; her breast felt so soft. It was the first time I'd ever touched a woman's breast, and my lower body was already erect
. I could feel Xue Qian's nipples hardening, and I continued touching them, asking, "Why are they hard?"
"How should I know? It's all your fault," Xue Qian whispered, giving me a sidelong glance. I didn't continue
attacking her nipples; Xue Qian's unwashed vulva was more alluring.
I followed her stomach to her pants and slipped my hand inside. Xue Qian was now aroused, but out of
girlish shyness, she kept her legs closed, preventing me from touching her vulva. "Open a little, I'll just touch it
, okay?" I whispered in her ear. "
No, it's dirty, please don't touch there," Xue Qian pleaded shyly without looking up.
How could I let such a good opportunity slip by? Ignoring her pleas, I forcefully pushed my hand inside, forcing her
thighs apart. Xue Qian's vagina was already soaking wet, and I slid my hand up and down through her panties. "Mmm...mmm...mmm
..." It was the first time a man had touched her vagina, and she actually let out a soft moan.
Hearing her moans, I felt like my lower body was about to explode. I pulled her hand over and placed it
on my erection. She quickly withdrew her hand, burying her head even lower. Since we were in the classroom, I didn't dare to go too far and continued
touching her vagina.
Xue Qian was wearing low-rise panties, and I easily slipped my hand inside, exploring her pubic hair. She
didn't have much pubic hair, probably still developing. If I continued downwards, it would be quite a sight—a complete muddy mess. I slowly
slid my hand along her vulva, and the little girl trembled violently. When I touched her clitoris, she let out a soft, mournful
moan. I felt like my lower body was about to burst. I turned to the side to avoid others seeing my embarrassing state and to hide
my wicked right hand. I slowly slid towards the secret cave, and just as I was about to go deeper, Xue Qian seemed to suddenly realize something and
pulled my hand out.
"Don't go in, it's dirty." Then she lowered her head shyly.
"Where is it dirty? Look, I even ate it!" I said, putting my hand in my mouth and sucking on it.
"You pervert, don't touch me without washing your hands." Xue Qian seemed a little angry and turned her head away.
Seeing that she was angry, I didn't want to provoke her any further. I still understood the principle of slow and steady wins the race.
"Baby, don't be angry, everything about you smells good. I love everything about you, don't be angry, okay!"
I said affectionately, holding her hand.
Sure enough, little girls are easy to fool. Hearing my sweet words, she couldn't get angry anymore.
"Don't do that again, it's so dirty, it's where you pee, shameless, take your hand away, it's disgusting."
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to my wife, I'll wash up after class, my wife is the best."
That's how I indirectly tasted a young girl's vagina for the first time, it smelled like urine, nothing else
. Compared to that, I still prefer my mother's underwear, that smell is indescribable, the smell of a mature woman
is just so satisfying.
During high school, I often touched Xue Qian's vagina with my hand, then avoided her, smelling and licking it hard
, I fantasized that one day she would go seven or eight days without showering, then make me kneel down and lick her vagina clean,
then drink her urine, then she would look at me contemptuously and say, you slut, you're just a dog, only fit to lick my cunt, then
she would stomp on my penis, stomping hard on the ground until I ejaculated. What I didn't expect was that
all these fantasies came true after we got married, and even more unimaginable things.
Chapter Four: The Depravity Beneath the Underwear
Days passed, and I still often masturbated while smelling my mother's underwear. But one experience led
me to an even more perverse place.
It was one evening. My mother said she was going out to eat and told me to eat at home by myself, as my father was away on construction projects and rarely
came home. After dinner, I lay in bed playing on my phone, searching online for SM stories I hadn't read before.
Suddenly, my mother opened the door and rushed to the bathroom. Because it was late, I pretended to be asleep
, but secretly listened to my mother's movements in the bathroom. I heard a gurgling sound; she was probably urinating.
I remembered the SM stories I had read before, fantasizing that my mother was my queen, making me lick her vagina, lick her feet, and drink her
urine.
The water heater went off. I thought she was taking a shower. Why was she showering again today when it was the middle of winter? My mother is actually
quite lazy; sometimes she doesn't shower for three days in winter, but that's perfect for me. Except for
the few days when my period comes, I always wash my mother's underwear first.
I would eat all the vaginal discharge and precum on her underwear. Once, my mother even remarked that her underwear
never seemed to get dirty, no matter how many times she wore it. I secretly laughed, but didn't dare tell her it was because her son had
eaten all her filth.
A while later, my mother came out after washing up. I secretly watched her; she wasn't wearing any underwear. Perhaps she thought
I was asleep and that no one would be watching her since she was alone. My penis instantly became erect. My mother
lay on the bed and fell asleep soon after.
I tiptoed out of bed, because my mother's underwear was still in the bathroom. Like a wolf spotting its prey,
I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if I didn't get my hands on it. I sneaked into the bathroom, quietly closed the door, and turned on the light. I immediately
saw my mother's underwear hanging on the wall—a pair of pure cotton black underwear. I took it down,
preparing to clean the dirt off it as usual. But as soon as I opened it, I realized something was wrong. There's so much discharge,
three or four times more than usual. I thought to myself, "I can have a feast now, haha."
I picked it up and smelled it. Hmm, why does it smell different from usual? A fishy smell hits me. It
smells like semen. A big white lump that hasn't congealed yet; it's obviously freshly applied. Mom cheated on me,
Dad's been cuckolded. I wondered what to do, should I still eat it? This is so dirty, it has a strange man's semen on it,
what should I do?
I imagined Mom moaning wantonly on a man I didn't know, the man on
top of her body, thrusting vigorously, Mom's juices flying everywhere, the bed, her anus covered in Mom's juices.
Water. A milky, viscous liquid gushed from where Mom and that man had met. This was Mom's vaginal discharge,
scraped out by the man's large glans. Finally, the man ejaculated his thick semen into what should have been Dad's private
cunt.
Thinking about this, I actually felt a little admiration for this man, and I wasn't so disgusted by his semen anymore
. My penis was erect, the glans protruding, already red and purple. I fantasized about serving
that man and raping my mother, me licking her feet beside her, while Mom loudly humiliated me, "You little dog
, come and lick Mom's feet! Look at your little penis, and look at the cock in my cunt!
How can your toothpick-like penis compare to his? You only deserve to lick my feet, my cunt. You're just like your father, both cheap,
truly his offspring. I should never have given birth to you, you cheap dog! Oh... ah... oh... you're so good,
you're better than my man..." "A hundred times, a thousand times stronger, he's not a man. From now on, my pussy is only for you to fuck. Let him watch you fuck
me, and then he can masturbate while you're at it. Harder, baby, come on, I'm almost there, faster, ah... oh...
you're going to fuck me to death, so good, ah... oh..." Thinking this, I actually knelt down, slowly
bringing my panties to my mouth and licking them with my tongue. A fishy, pungent smell assaulted my nostrils. This was the first time I
had ever tasted semen, the semen of a strange man.
The mixed smell of vaginal discharge and semen was irresistible. I ate it little by little, imagining myself kneeling at my mother's
feet, licking the place where my mother and that man met. The fishy, pungent smell filled the entire bedroom. My glans was already
turning purple, on the verge of exploding. I tried my best to eat the semen and vaginal fluid, and reached out my left hand to start stroking my penis
. I was almost ejaculating as soon as my hand touched my penis. I pinched the glans and rubbed it, completely ignoring its dryness
, rubbing it frantically in a self-destructive way. I fantasized about my mother stepping on my penis, grinding it hard on the ground.
Finally, I reached my climax. I licked the semen and vaginal fluid off my underwear, scraping it
clean with my teeth, then savoring it before swallowing it all.
"Ah... ya... Mom... Mom... I'm your dog...
step on me hard... step on my penis... I'm going to cum... ahh... ahhh..." A
thick stream of semen shot onto the bathroom wall. I collapsed to the floor, feeling nauseous. How could I have eaten a stranger
's semen? I was so despicable. I slowly got up, but my legs went weak, and I sat down again,
making a loud noise this time.
"Xiaofeng, what are you doing in the bathroom so late?" My mother walked towards the bathroom with heavy footsteps.
I was terrified and scrambled to my feet, making an even bigger commotion. "I slipped in the bathroom,
Mom, it's okay, you go to sleep!" I quickly hung my underwear on the wall, put on my pants, and opened the door.
"What are you doing? Making so much noise so late, the neighbors need to sleep," Mom scolded, frowning
. "I slipped, I'm sorry, I'm going back to my room to sleep, you go to sleep too." I hurriedly ran
back to my room. As I reached the door, I glanced back and saw that my underwear had fallen down. Oh no,
Mom must know, what should I say? Thinking this, I didn't dare linger and hurriedly lay down
on the bed. I listened to the sounds from the bed and realized Mom hadn't gone back to her room. After a while, I heard the sound of running water. Mom
was washing her underwear. Oh no, what should I do! Because I had ejaculated so intensely, my head was dizzy, and my limbs
were weak. Thinking about this, I fell asleep.
The next morning, Mom made breakfast and called me to get up. Actually, I had been awake for a while, but I didn't know what Mom had discovered
and why she wouldn't go out. "Xiaofeng, get up and eat, you'll be late." My mother's voice came from outside the door.
"I'm up, almost done." Hearing nothing amiss, I quickly got dressed and got up.
In the living room, my mother was still engrossed in eating breakfast. I didn't dare look too closely, afraid she'd become suspicious, so I sat down and
ate my breakfast quietly as well. "Mom, I have to go to class now, I'm leaving." After breakfast, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and prepared
to go to school. "Okay, be careful on your way. By the way, did you touch my underwear yesterday?" My mother
asked, looking down as she cleared the dishes. "Thump!" Oh no, Mom found out after all. What should I do? What should I do? "No...no
...I...I don't know..." My voice trembled with fear as I stammered my answer.
"Oh, it's nothing. My underwear fell on the floor yesterday, and I thought you were moving! Go to school quickly, don't be late
." "Okay, Mom, I'm going now, goodbye." I practically ran out the door, constantly blaming myself along the way.
"How could I do this? What will Mom think of me if she sees this? I'm doomed, I'm doomed."
Chapter Five: The Awkwardness Between Mother and
Son My foot fetish began after I started working, mainly with my wife. But my first encounter with foot fetishism
was in high school with a woman named Chen Ju, my classmate. She made me realize
how perfect a woman's feet are, a masterpiece of God.
"Wang Xiaofeng... Wang Xiaofeng... wait, are you deaf? I called you, didn't you hear me?" My classmate
Chen Ju ran over and patted my shoulder, panting. "I was thinking about something and didn't notice you calling me.
What is it?" Her voice pulled me back to reality, and I turned to ask her. "Nothing, just thank you for
the little bear you bought me for my birthday last time, it's so cute."
Perhaps due to the intense exercise just now, Chen Ju's smiling face was flushed. I'd always known Chen Ju liked me,
but after the class reshuffle in our senior year, she was assigned to another class, and I never imagined a cross-class romance. However,
out of vanity, I didn't break off contact with her, and even bought her a teddy bear for her birthday. Chen
Ju wasn't particularly pretty, but she was petite, only 160cm tall, and had a well-endowed bust, probably a B cup, which was
considered large for high school.
"Hehe, it's good that you like it. You have to give me a present for my birthday next month too." "What do you want?
I'll buy it for you." Chen Ju's face grew increasingly red. I enjoyed teasing her like this, so I teased her, "Hmm…
? Let me think. How about I make you agree to one request that you can't refuse?" Hehe, my winter break homework is sorted out
! I'm such a genius! I thought to myself happily. "What request? Tell me, and I'll see if I can do it."
"Here." "I won't tell you now, you'll find out later. Hurry up, we'll be late." Saying this,
she didn't give her a chance to speak, striding forward. Chen Ju jogged after her.
These past few days, I haven't dared to talk much with my mother when I got home, afraid she'd ask me about that day again. I thought it was
all over, but a few days later I noticed my mother no longer left her underwear in the bathroom; she
washed it after every shower. Because of what happened that day, I didn't dare ask her why. I guessed she might have discovered something.
But because of her upbringing, my mother didn't mention that day to me much, nor did she steer me in the
right direction.
Many days have passed, and I no longer have my mother's underwear. The memory is like a cat scratching at my heart. Slowly, I discovered
my mother's stockings. It's like a wolf has found a new target.
And so, my foot fetish officially began!
One evening, Mom went to the bathroom to shower as usual. I listened to the running water from the bathroom in the living room
, and the thought of Mom's filth being wasted like this made me feel terrible. Lost in thought, I pulled
out my penis and started masturbating. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mom's high heels lying quietly next to the shoe cabinet.
White stockings were inside the black high heels, which had five-centimeter heels. The shiny black surface
was dull from a day's wear and tear. "Those are the high heels Mom wore. She wore them every day
, walking through the streets and alleys. They were full of the sweat from her pink little feet. The stockings clung tightly to her feet
, soaking up all her sweat and grime."
I thought as I rapidly masturbated. "I want to smell Mom's stockings, I want to lick Mom's unwashed,
smelly feet, I want to lick away the sweat." My mind raced with these thoughts. I got up, knelt in front of Mom's shoes,
and grabbed the stockings from the high heel, pressing them to my nose. A pungent smell, a mixture of leather and foot odor, assaulted my nostrils.
I greedily inhaled it, my right hand rapidly stroking my penis.
I unfolded my mother's stockings, flipping them over to her toes. The color there was noticeably
different from the rest—dark, somewhat stiff, yet still slightly damp to the touch. I pressed the dirtiest part of her stockings to
my nose, fantasizing that she was wearing them and stepping on my head. The smell of her toes was much stronger than the rest of her body.
I inhaled deeply, a strong, intense odor filling my entire being.
I felt like I was smoking opium, taking large gulps. I picked up my mother's other stocking and slipped it
over my penis, stroking it rapidly, fantasizing that her feet were giving me a footjob. I lowered my head and plunged my nose into
my mother's high heels, inhaling deeply. A sour, pungent smell mixed with the acrid odor of leather drove me
even more insane. I picked up the high heels and frantically licked them, polishing them until they shone
like new, even though they had been worn all day.
I shoved my stocking-clad penis into my mother's high heel and thrust wildly, my mouth filled with her other
stocking. "Ah... Mom... Mom... step on me... give me your feet... your feet
smell so good... stomp on your son's penis... ah... ah ah..." I cried out incoherently
, finally reaching the brink of climax. I ripped off my mother's stockings and high heel, and a
thick stream of semen, pent up for days, shot onto the ground. I knelt on the ground, panting heavily, still calling out for my mother's stockings. My penis hadn't
gone soft yet; it was still twitching, as if enjoying the afterglow of orgasm just like me.
I quickly put my mother's stockings back in their place, secretly relieved that I hadn't ejaculated on them; otherwise, how could I
explain it to my mother?
After everything was tidied up, Mom came out after her shower, wearing a pink nightgown. She sat lazily
on the sofa, drying her hair. Looking at her alluring figure, I felt another surge of arousal.
Suddenly, Mom wrinkled her nose and turned to me, asking, "Son, do you smell a fishy smell?
It smells so familiar. What is it?" I was startled, then realized what was happening. I glanced at the semen I had ejaculated on the floor and
saw a drop had landed on the electric heater, less than a meter from Mom's feet. The heater
was heating the semen, emitting a strong fishy smell. Right in front of the heater was my thick pool of semen.
I pretended to be nonchalant. "What is it? I don't smell anything. Mom, you're not mistaken, are you?"
I exaggeratedly sniffed, and sure enough, there was a semen smell.
As soon as I finished speaking, Mom followed my gaze and stared at the thick pool of semen for a full
ten seconds. Those ten seconds felt like an eternity. I inwardly groaned, "Damn it, can I really be this unlucky?
Mom already found out I molested her dirty underwear, and now she has evidence of me masturbating. Is she trying to kill me?"
Mom frowned, staring at the slick of semen, then blushed and glared at me. "Aren't
you ashamed?" She got up, went to the balcony, grabbed a mop, and started mopping the floor. I felt like
I wanted to disappear into a crack in the floor right now. I pretended to watch TV, my face burning red, and Mom, equally blushing,
sat back down on the sofa to continue watching TV. The awkward moment left neither of us speaking.
Looking at the time, it was almost eleven. I got up and said, "Mom, I'm going to bed. It's almost eleven." "Okay,
go to sleep." Just as I reached my bedroom door, Mom's sweet voice came, "Son, study hard. You
'll graduate high school soon. Don't think about those things." "Oh," I hurriedly replied, then closed
the bedroom door.
Chapter Six: Mother's Feet
Any ripples in the grand river of time, whether splashing, undulating, or surging,
will eventually fade like flies swatted,
leaving only a faint mark. Just like the awkward moments between my mother and me, they are gradually being
forgotten with the passage of time.
On Friday, Xue Qian leaned on the railing of the classroom corridor, watching the younger students laughing and playing below.
I walked over and leaned against her, whispering in her ear, "You'll come, won't you?" "Come for what?" Xue Qian
glanced at me, pretending not to know anything. "Smack!" I reached out and gave her a hard slap on the bottom. "Little brat, rebelling
? You're going home with your husband to meet your in-laws on Friday!" Xue Qian covered her bottom and raised her hand to slap me again. "Who wants to meet my in-laws?"
"In-laws, it's not even close to being settled yet!" "Hehe, my wife, you can't escape. You're stuck with me for life
." I nimbly dodged Xue Qian's pursuit, teasing her with a smile.
We chased and played around, and the day passed quickly. Looking back now, I wonder if
my life would have been different if I hadn't touched my mother's first pair of underwear, or if that birthday hadn't been so romantic. I don't
dare think about it, and I don't want to think about it. Perhaps the word "masochism" has seeped into my bones, incurable…
I invited my brothers, Xue Qian, and, inexplicably, I also invited Chen Ju. It was
just a casual invitation; I thought it wouldn't be right not to invite her for my birthday. Unexpectedly, Chen Ju readily agreed, even blaming me
for not telling her sooner, as she hadn't prepared a gift yet. I thought, are you pretending to be confused or are you really?
Xue Qian is definitely coming on my birthday; are you trying to cause trouble? But the words were already out, and I couldn't take them back.
I looked at the overjoyed Chen Ju with a sullen expression.
When I got home, Mom had already prepared dinner and was chatting on QQ. Seeing me, she immediately closed
the chat and came out. "Son, you're back! Come and eat. I made your favorite dishes.
Tonight you'll be eighteen, a grown-up!" Mom was very happy to see me, a sweet
smile on her face, but I noticed a hint of panic. "Yes, I'm eighteen. Mom, did you prepare any
gifts?" I bent down to take off my shoes, my eyes greedily fixed on Mom's stockings and heels. Today, Mom
was wearing black short stockings. Maybe her feet smell a little, so she took them off as soon as she got home.
Mom works as a clerk at an advertising company. In the summer, she has to wear stockings every day. Now it's winter, so
she's not required to wear them every day. But the habit has formed. Except for holidays and sometimes when she goes for a morning run in winter and wears
sneakers and cotton socks, she wears stockings all the time. I never paid attention to Mom's feet before; now it's a
pity—so many stockings!
"What more gifts do you want from Mom? Invite all your friends over tomorrow, and Mom will treat them to a good meal.
Here's two hundred yuan, take it for spending money, consider it Mom's gift!" Mom said, taking two hundred yuan out of her bag and
handing it to me.
"Thank you, Mom," I said happily, taking the money, thinking, "Haha, two hundred yuan, can I invite Xue Qian
out
for a nice meal?"
Sitting at the dinner table, Mom and I chatted casually, when suddenly my chopsticks fell to the ground.
I bent down to pick them up, and the mischievous chopsticks rolled to Mom's feet. Just then, Mom's phone rang.
It was Dad calling. Looking at Mom's beautiful feet, I completely forgot to pick up the chopsticks. Mom
works sitting down for long periods, so her feet are naturally not like those of women who do manual labor; there are no calluses. Without realizing it,
I moved closer to Mom's ankles. My mother's feet are only size 37, perfectly small feet. The flip-flops
accentuated their beauty. You could see the fine veins on the instep, but they weren't very noticeable
. Her slender toes were painted with bright red nail polish, giving them a slightly alluring look. Her big toe was slightly longer than her middle toe, adding to
its beauty, completely free of any deformity caused by wearing high heels for a long time. My mother swung her foot back and forth,
and my head swayed from side to side with her feet, like a dog seeing food dangling in front of its owner.
I really wanted to stick my head out and lick my mother's beautiful feet, swallowing all the sweat and grime.
Thinking about this, my mother hung up the phone. Seeing me still under the table, doing something, she
kicked me under the table. "What are you doing, squatting under the table like a dog?"
I was admiring my mother's beautiful feet when suddenly her foot changed course, stretching forward.
Before I could react, her foot was already in my mouth, then disappeared like a shooting star
.
I stood there, stunned, still surprised that I had just licked my mother's toes. I was annoyed that everything happened so
fast; I hadn't even had time to savor it before it was gone. At that moment, I so wanted to stick my head out and chase after my mother's beautiful
feet for a passionate kiss. But my mother's voice pulled me back to reality. "Oh, I was picking up my chopsticks, I don't know where they fell
. Oh, here they are." I hurriedly scrambled to my feet, just as my mother bent down to check
what I had been doing under the table. However, my mother didn't find anything, even though she had just kicked me and clearly felt
me right next to her feet.
"You've been picking up chopsticks for so long, go wash them." My mother looked at me suspiciously, and I avoided her questioning
gaze and quickly got up to wash the chopsticks. This meal was far from peaceful. I felt this was the
best birthday gift my mother had ever given me; I knew I had completely succumbed to her charms.
The moonlight outside the window was hazy. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I've admired many people in my life, historical
or modern, and I've envied others—
the little heroes in novels or entertainment newspapers who win the hearts of beautiful women, or those who strive for their dreams.
Occasionally, I'd get excited by characters in novels, an excitement like an addiction, like fantasizing
about what it would be like to be my mother's slave tomorrow, imagining
what I would be like if I were that kind of person, whether I would think rationally or with my lower body.
But in the end, after thinking about all this, I had to return to reality: tomorrow the sun would still rise as usual, and in the morning it would still be my mother's breakfast
.
So I had no choice but to jump out of bed and, under the old, scratched wooden table that had been with me for ten years
, pull out a half-empty pack of Hongtashan cigarettes. Before me lay English, basic computer science, modern history, and
a pile of unfinished test questions. Occasionally, I'd think about my future, staying up all night.
Chapter Seven: My Birthday
The sun quietly climbed the wall, the moon reluctantly watching it depart. I got up early,
dressed, and went out. Today was busy; it was my birthday, and none of the classmates I invited knew where I lived
, so I had to pick them up one by one.
After a busy morning, I finally gathered all my classmates at an internet cafe not far from my building. What touched me most
was that Chen Ju had actually come from another city. I knew Chen Ju was a boarding student, but I didn't know where she lived.
She went home on Friday and then got up very early the next morning to take a bus to our agreed meeting place.
"Silly girl, you shouldn't have come so far. You have to go back after eating, it's too tiring!" I said, patting her head.
"I'm not tired. I promised you I would come. Here, this is a gift. I don't know if you like it." Chen Ju looked up
, her face flushed, her slightly tired face showing a determined look. "Let me see what the treasure is." Just as I was about to
open it, she grabbed my hand. "Let's go back and see, there are too many people here." I stared at her
hand that was tightly gripping mine, and grabbed her hand in return. "Whatever you say, I won't look anymore, let's go to my house."
The atmosphere was a little ambiguous, but we teenagers enjoyed this romantic atmosphere. This was probably what
they called youthful recklessness in stories!
I led a large group of classmates and set off in a grand procession. When we got home, my mother warmly greeted us. "Sit
down, sit down. It's small, there might not be enough room. Xiaofeng, go get some tables and chairs," Mom called to my classmates while
loudly ordering me around. "Okay, you go cook, I'll take care of things here," I said, pushing the round table towards
the living room. Xue Qian had arrived too, and her friends were still teasing her, making her blush
. She then playfully reached for her friends' armpits. The room was instantly filled with a spring-like atmosphere, and my buddies' eyes were practically glued to her.
Then, an unpleasant scene unfolded. Chen Ju got up and walked into the kitchen, and from inside came her weak
voice, "Auntie, do you need any help? You can't manage all this by yourself, can you?" Instantly, my buddies
stared at Xue Qian, who stood frozen in place. Their smiles froze on her face, slowly turning ashen, and the temperature in the room seemed
to drop several degrees. Xue Qian's friends protested, "Who is she? So arrogant! Can't she see the real target
is here...?" "Stop talking," Xue Qian coldly interrupted them, her cold eyes fixed on me. I knew
she wanted an explanation. Xue Qian knew Chen Ju liked me, and I had told her I wouldn't have anything to do with her,
but Chen Ju's behavior today made her doubt what I had said.
I looked at Xue Qian innocently. What kind of trouble had I gotten myself into? Damn it, Chen Ju, are you trying to kill me?
I quickly went over and grabbed Xue Qian's hand, saying, "It's not my fault! I'm wondering about that too!" "Then it's her
fault. Do you think you'd stop me if I dealt with her?" Xue Qian was already 170cm tall in high school, and I'm 168cm,
but now it felt like Xue Qian was looking down on me, asking me a question that didn't need an answer. This feeling
made me feel extremely humiliated, especially under the gaze of Xue Qian's friends and my brothers. I felt
a surge of anger. "Enough, Xue Qian, today is my birthday, and my mother is here too..." "Then you have to protect
her, right?" Before I could finish, Xue Qian shook off my hand and interrupted me. Looking into her cold gaze, which felt like a mountain
pressing down on me, I felt like I was seeing a domineering empress, displaying her noble
aura and possessiveness. I didn't dare meet her gaze, turning my head slightly away. "That's not what I meant, it's just
that my mother is here, and it would be difficult to handle if things got out of hand," I said, my voice lowered, surrendering to Xue Qian's powerful aura.
"Pfft..." Xue Qian suddenly laughed, patting my face and saying, "Don't worry, you're my man, I'll give you
face." Then she turned back to chatting with her friends. My face burned, not from the
hard slap, but from her words, which felt like a slap across my face.
Like a small pebble thrown into a lake, this incident didn't cause much of a ripple. I continued chatting and
bragging with my brothers, only occasionally drifting off into thought, recalling Xue Qian's haughty demeanor.
The image of Xue Qian in a black bodysuit, holding a thick, exaggerated leather whip, lashing
me repeatedly at her feet, the crisscrossing red welts on my back and my trembling body swirling in my mind,
growing stronger with each passing moment.
Chen Ju emerged from the kitchen, shaking her hands—perhaps she had just washed them—and lightly smoothed a stray
strand of hair that had fallen to her forehead, tucking it behind her ear.
At that moment, one of Xue Qian's friends called out to Chen Ju. I knew what was going to happen and was about to get up when Xue Qian's
cold gaze shot over, freezing me in place. I could only watch silently as Xue Qian's friend led Chen Ju
to the balcony, and then Xue Qian herself followed.
I was on pins and needles, unsure how Xue Qian would treat Chen Ju. The thought of Chen Ju traveling so far to
celebrate my birthday, and now, unable to protect her, filled me with a wave of humiliation.
I couldn't sit still any longer.
I got up and went to the balcony, shouting, "Dinner's ready! What are you doing on the balcony? Come out!"
The glass sliding door to the balcony was tightly closed, and I could faintly hear Chen Ju's soft sobs. I quickened my pace
towards the balcony.
Just as I was about to open
the door, it opened, and one of Xue Qian's friends emerged, leaning against the doorframe, looking at me with a mocking gaze. "Xue
Qian wants you to come in. Watch your mouth! Xue Qian's furious right now; she might burn you to ashes!"
I walked past her onto the balcony. Chen Ju was slumped in the corner, her head buried between her knees, her hair disheveled, her clothes covered
in soot, and I could vaguely see a few footprints.
Seeing me come in, Chen Ju suddenly looked up at me with expectant yet aggrieved eyes,
the bright red five-finger marks still clearly visible on her face.
I didn't dare look at her, staring at Xue Qian and saying, "Dinner's ready, my mom's looking for you." Seeing my
indifference, Chen Ju's eyes slowly changed from expectant to lifeless, finally turning her head away and staring blankly ahead.
Xue Qian, now like a victorious queen, strode arrogantly over Chen Ju,
pausing briefly beside me. "You said I'd be yours for life, and now I'm telling you, you're my private
property. I can let others look at you, but if anyone dares to touch you, don't blame me for turning my back on you, hmph!" With
that, she called her sisters and walked out onto the balcony.
I knelt down beside Chen Ju, patting the footprints on her body. "Are you alright? Go eat." Chen Ju
abruptly slapped my hand away, "You're not a man!" She then got up, wiping her tears, and ran to the bathroom.
I squatted there, watching Chen Ju's retreating figure, thinking, "Damn, what kind of birthday is this?"
I went to the dining table and sat down next to my brothers.
Chapter Eight: Mother and Xue Qian
I sat down at the table next to my brothers.
Mom, not seeing Chen Ju, asked, "Xiaofeng, where's Chen Ju? Why isn't she here for dinner?"
"She's in the restroom, she'll be back soon."
"Oh, that girl's nice, quite diligent. Whoever marries her will be lucky. Where is she from
? Are you in the same class as her?" Mom seemed to like Chen Ju, praising her in front of me
and bombarding me with questions.
Xue Qian finally couldn't help but put down her bowl. She put it down quietly. Xue Qian knew
her place, but the sound of the ceramic bowl hitting the thick wooden table,
occurring during the last of Mom's questions, caused a pause and drew attention.
I quickly replied, "I'm not in her class. I think she lives in Wuxi, but
I don't know exactly where."
Mom was about to ask me more questions.
Xue Qian looked up and smiled, "Xiaofeng, didn't you say you'd introduce me to your mother? You haven't even introduced her yet
. We don't know many of the people here."
I glanced guiltily at my mother.
Sure enough, my mother was scrutinizing Xue Qian.
Xue Qian looked back at my mother without flinching, her face still bearing an innocent smile.
"This is my mom, Mu Qin. You can just call her Aunt Mu," I quickly changed the subject.
My brothers all stood up and greeted, "Hello, Aunt Mu!"
"Auntie, your cooking is so delicious!" My best friend Yue Dao even stood up and reached across the table to pick up a
vegetable and put it in his bowl.
I looked at my friend Yue Dao with disdain.
Damn it, you haven't even eaten a bite! What a load of rubbish! But deep down, I was very touched. My brothers
really understand me.
Yue Dao was my classmate in junior high and we were in the same class in high school, so we're old buddies. Because of his extreme
obsession with Naruto, we gave him the nickname "Yue Dao" (Moon Path). He readily accepted it
and thought it suited his taste perfectly.
Under Yue Dao's constant praise, my mother forgot about the earlier commotion at the dinner table. I wiped the sweat from my brow.
This meal was quite eventful. I patted Yue Dao on the shoulder to thank him and gestured for him to eat. Yue Dao
nodded to me, then opened two bottles of beer and clinked glasses with me.
Just then, Chen Ju came out.
She looked like she'd cleaned herself up in the restroom, and there was nothing wrong
with her. I got up and led her to her seat, feeling very guilty. I took the bowl and chopsticks to her
.
"Don't worry about me, go eat. I can do it myself," Chen Ju said indifferently.
I knew she was still angry with me, but with Xue Qian nearby, I didn't say anything more. I took her
the bowl and chopsticks and sat down at my own seat.
"Yuedao, give me a bottle of wine, I'll drink with you," Chen Ju suddenly said to Yuedao.
Yuedao paused for two seconds, looked at Chen Ju's slightly sad eyes, then turned around, grabbed a bottle of wine, opened it, and handed it to her.
"Drink less, you have to go home later," Yuedao said to Chen Ju.
My mother also spoke up at this time.
"That's right, Chen Ju, girls should drink less, don't learn from those men, eat more food."
As she spoke, she put a piece of minced meat and tofu into Chen Ju's bowl.
"Auntie, I can do it myself, you eat more, thank you for your hard work today, I can still drink this much wine,
it's okay." Chen Ju was very touched when she saw my mother putting food on her plate and thanked her repeatedly.
In my heart, I thought, you're kidding me, last time at the junior high school graduation party, you got drunk like a pig after just two beers, and you even
slept at your best friend's house. You drinking a whole bottle is just asking for trouble.
Sure enough, I was right.
After dinner, Chen Ju stumbled and fell asleep on the sofa, her dark hair falling across her rosy face
, appearing and disappearing.
Because one of Xue Qian's best friends had to rush home, Xue Qian had no choice but to go home with her.
Before leaving, she turned to my mother and said, "Auntie, your cooking is so delicious! Can I come often?"
My mother turned back and smiled, "Sure, as long as your parents agree, you can come to my house for dinner every day."
Watching the two of them go back and forth, I wisely pretended to be oblivious to their chatter, focusing only on my
TV.
"Xiaofeng, I'm leaving. The task of getting my parents to agree to let me come to your house for dinner is now yours." With that ,
I turned and left.
Damn it, I'm being dragged into this mess!
Looking at my mother's questioning gaze, I knew I wouldn't be getting a good night's sleep without a proper explanation.
Turning my head, I saw Yue Dao in the corner, covering her mouth and laughing so hard she looked like she was about to suffer internal injuries.
I roared, "Yue Dao, when are you going to pay me back the money you owe me?"
Chapter Nine Chen Ju's Stinky Shoes
After Xue Qian left, everyone suggested going out to play. I looked at Chen Ju lying on the sofa and turned to my mother, saying, "Mom
, we're going out to play. Can you stay home and watch her for me? Let her go home when she's sober."
"Okay, go ahead and play. Come back early. Your Aunt Zhang is moving and she's asking me to come over and help out. I want to share in the joy."
Aunt Zhang is one of my mother's best friends, and they're practically inseparable. Aunt Zhang works at the Bureau of Justice, and her husband
also works in the same unit, but in a different department. By title, her husband is her subordinate.
My mother said that they have a very good relationship, but there are also rumors that Aunt Zhang is actually very promiscuous and has many men outside
.
"Okay, I'm going now, Mom." After
a crazy afternoon with my brothers, I received a call from my mother.
"Little one, come home quickly. Chen Ju hasn't woken up yet. I'm going to Aunt Zhang's house." My mother
said in a sweet voice on the other end of the phone.
"Okay, I'll head back now. Chen Ju can stay at my place for the night. I'll have her call home later
."
After saying goodbye to my brothers, I returned home. Sure enough, my mother had already left.
Chen Ju wasn't on the sofa. I opened the door to my mother's bedroom, turned on the light, and saw Chen Ju sleeping peacefully in
bed.
The blanket was half-draped over her stomach, and the five-finger mark on her pretty face was still clearly visible.
The shoes had been taken off and placed by the bed. They were a pair of pink flats, not very big, probably only
size 36. Two pairs of cartoon-themed cotton socks were inside each shoe.
Looking at the sleeping Chen Ju, her small feet exposed to the air, I could almost smell the sweaty scent of her feet.
I couldn't help but squat down in front of Chen Ju's shoes and examine them closely.
They were probably old shoes that had been worn for quite some time; the color was a bit dark, and the inside was grimy. I picked up
the shoes and deeply inserted my nose into the depths of the shoes, taking a deep breath. I immediately felt dizzy
. The stench was unlike anything I had ever smelled before. It was hard to imagine that such a young and innocent girl would have
such smelly feet. My already slightly erect penis was further
aroused by the strong stench from Chen Ju's shoes, making my pants bulge.
By the light of the bedroom lamp, I carefully admired Chen Ju's shoes, which emitted a strong smell of foot odor.
Looking at the sole, it was size 36. I pulled out the stinking insole, its surface clearly showing Chen Ju
's footprint. It had clearly been worn for a considerable time, as the sweat from between her toes had soaked through it,
leaving a black, outlined silhouette of her smelly feet. I touched the area dampened by her sweat; it was
still slightly warm, and squeezing my finger revealed a slight moisture. I greedily put my finger in my mouth and sucked,
inhaling all of Chen Ju's foot odor and sweat.
The salty taste filled my mouth, making me even more despicable.
I pulled back my foreskin and wrapped the foul-smelling insole around my glans, rubbing it hard.
The insole, worn countless times by Chen Ju's smelly feet, rubbed against my glans, sending intense pleasure coursing through my
body.
I picked up the sock from the other shoe; it was pink and cute, but the smell on it only amplified my
arousal. I knelt before Chen Ju, frantically masturbating with one hand over her smelly insole, and
greedily inhaling the stench of her smelly socks with the other. I imagined the owner of those smelly shoes and socks asleep in bed
, rubbing my penis with her insole—the feeling was incredibly arousing. I quickly reached the
point of climax. I lost my mind, frantically rubbing my glans with the stinky insole, even
swallowing the sweaty, damp socks. After a few minutes of this, I trembled and ejaculated onto Chen Ju's insole.
I slumped against the wardrobe behind me; it wasn't fully closed, and with a loud bang,
I realized I had just ejaculated and my mind was blank. Before I could react, Chen Ju opened her dazed eyes,
staring at me in surprise.
I snapped back to reality, realizing my current state: Chen Ju's sour-smelling stockings in my mouth, my pants
pulled down below my knees, my still-erect penis trembling after ejaculation, and
a stinky insole stained with semen in my hand. The room reeked of lewdness.
Chapter Ten: First Time Torturing My Penis (Part 1)
I was filled with shame and immediately tried to get up, but I tripped over my pants that were down to my ankles and
fell heavily to the ground, my head slamming into the wardrobe with another loud thud.
"Ouch..." I groaned in pain, sitting on the floor against the wardrobe, trying to get up again, but
I was too weak to move and could only cover my penis with my hand.
"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Chen Ju had recovered from her shock and guessed
what I was doing. Seeing me injured and unable to get up, she ran barefoot to my side, her face flushed, and asked.
Now I had no choice but to confess to Chen Ju, but I had to evoke her sympathy and not let her think I was a pervert
.
"Ouch...it hurts so much! I can't get up, my hand hurts so much...ouch..." I cried out exaggeratedly,
matching my pained expression, while secretly glancing at the anxious Chen Ju, thinking how easily this little girl could be fooled.
Chen Ju grabbed my hand, intending to check where I had fallen, but my hand was covering my penis . When my hand
was removed, it sprang back up with a snap.
The pink glans was exposed to the air, feeling a slight chill.
"Ah!" Chen Ju exclaimed, shaking off my hand, and like a startled rabbit, hurriedly turned around
, shyly scolding, "You're disgusting! Hurry up and put your pants back on."
I thought, things have come to this point; what if she tells others? How will I face them? I have to get Chen
Ju, I thought to myself.
"Ouch, my hand hurts so much, I can't move it, please help me, please," I wickedly tempted Chen
Ju, feigning a painful expression.
"No way! You're so embarrassing, shameless! I'm not going to bother with you anymore!" Chen Ju blushed and turned to
leave.
"No! What am I going to do? My mom will kill me when she gets back! My darling, please help me!"
I pleaded, sticking my foot out to block Chen Ju's path.
Chen Ju had already turned around, her path blocked by my foot. Looking down at my penis, her face
was flushed crimson. Seeing my pitiful state, and remembering that I was the one she loved,
she hesitated and squatted down.
My penis was exposed to a woman, and the humiliation made it swell even more, the glans turning
purple. My penis wasn't big, a normal size, about 15cm when erect.
"It's even bigger than before! What are you thinking about now? You're so annoying!" Chen Ju stared at my penis curiously
; this was probably the first time she had seen a man's penis so closely.
"Hehe, you're so beautiful, I can't control myself!" I continued to tease Chen Ju.
Chen Ju spat at me lightly and prepared to help me put on my pants.
Since I was wearing jeans, it wasn't easy to put them on while I was sitting on the ground, especially since my penis
was still erect. Chen Ju grabbed my penis and stuffed it into my pants, the glans rubbing against her palm, making it
even more menacing.
After trying for a while and not being able to pull the pants up, she got a little anxious, worried that it would be difficult if my mother came back.
"Slap!" Chen Ju got angry and slapped my penis hard, making it throb.
"Ouch!" My penis was attacked, but I didn't feel pain; instead, I felt like I was being slapped by a woman.
Gen felt inexplicably humiliated and involuntarily let out a groan.
"Did it hurt? But it keeps sticking up like this, I can't put my pants on properly, what should I do!" Chen Ju saw
me cry out and thought I had hurt him, so she asked anxiously.
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, keep hitting him, he'll listen to you in a while, hurry up and hit him..." I
replied with half-closed eyes, enjoying the sensation, and shamelessly asked Chen Ju to continue hitting my penis.
"Is this okay? Won't it hurt?" Chen Ju asked.
"No, don't worry, hit him!" I couldn't wait any longer and urged Chen Ju to hurry up and start hitting him. Waves of
humiliation washed over me, and my penis was as hard as iron.
"Then I'll start hitting him, tell me to stop when it hurts." Chen Ju said and started hitting him.
"Slap slap slap" Chen Ju hit my penis one hit after another, not very hard, probably afraid of hurting me
. The glans and the belly collided, sending waves of pleasure through me.
My penis was on the verge of exploding under Chen Ju's slapping, but it just missed, the torment
making my whole body ache.
"Harder... harder... this isn't working... faster..." I had already closed my eyes,
everything happening before my eyes made me feel extremely humiliated. I closed my eyes, trying to forget
the fact that a woman was whipping my worthless penis. And I shamefully demanded that she hit it harder, but the glans being attacked
brought waves of pleasure to my body.
Chen Ju seemed to have noticed something, and increased the force and speed according to my demands.
Chen Ju's palm slapped my glans again and again, the glans hitting my stomach, sinking deeply,
and then quickly bouncing up, before it even reached its highest point, colliding with Chen Ju's palm that was about to strike again .
The impact and friction between the glans and her palm made my whole body tremble uncontrollably.
My most important manhood was in Chen Ju's hands, and being wantonly whipped and played with by her, I felt utterly ashamed
. But it was this humiliation that repeatedly brought me to the brink of climax. I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I
grabbed Chen Ju's smelly shoe and shoved it over my nose. A strong stench of foot odor instantly filled my nostrils
. With my other hand, I grabbed Chen Ju's hand that was slapping my penis and squeezed my glans hard.
"Ah... ahh..." I ejaculated, covering Chen Ju's hand with semen. The semen slammed into Chen Ju
's palm, splashing through her fingers and onto her face, hair, and clothes.
Chen Ju stared blankly at the unbelievable scene before her. "You're disgusting! You're a pervert!" The scene was too much for Chen Ju to bear. She snatched her shoe, threw it on the ground, and 　　ran over 　　me towards the toilet. Chapter Eleven: First Time Torturing
My Penis 　　(Part Two) 　　I got up, found a piece of paper, wiped the semen off my penis, put on my pants, and bent down to clean up the mess on the floor 　　. I didn't wipe the semen off Chen Ju's insoles; I put them back in her shoes untouched, fantasizing 　　about Chen Ju walking home with my semen on her feet and her shame and anger upon discovering everything. 　　I walked out of the bedroom and saw Chen Ju coming out after washing her hands. She glared at me and sat on the sofa, sulking 　　. 　　I sat down next to her, put my arm around her waist, and said, "Chen Ju, are you angry? I didn't mean to, it's just that 　　your shoes smell so good, I couldn't help myself… Please forgive me, okay?" 　　"My shoes are so dirty, I haven't washed them since I bought them, the smell inside makes me nauseous, and you 　　say they smell good? Aren't you a pervert?" Chen Ju didn't seem to mind me putting my arm around her waist; perhaps 　　the scene that had just happened made her think our relationship had taken a step closer. 　　"I only like your feet because I like you. I wouldn't smell anyone else's, really, please forgive me!" 　　I continued to pretend to like Chen Ju, trying to gain her sympathy. 　　"My feet really stink... My roommates all complain... You still like them... I've always 　　had smelly feet..." Chen Ju's voice trailed off, and I had to strain my ears to hear what she was saying. 　　Perhaps admitting her smelly feet to someone she liked made her incredibly shy; her pretty face 　　flushed crimson. 　　"I just love your smell. In my eyes, everything about you smells wonderful. If you don't believe me 　　, give me your feet, and I'll lick them for you." I continued to tease Chen Ju with sweet talk. 　　"Pfft... Hehehe..." Chen Ju burst out laughing. 　　"You're so shameless, wanting to lick my feet! Everyone else is trying to avoid you, and you still want to lick them. Are you a dog? You 　　're a pervert, I'm ignoring you." Chen Ju said coquettishly, but her face beamed with joy. 　　"Do you really like my feet? They really stink! Even after washing them, there's still a strong odor. I 　　'm disgusted with myself!" Chen Ju's curiosity was piqued by my words, and she continued to ask me. 　　"You still don't believe me? I'll lick it for you." I said, reaching for Chen Ju's foot. 　　Chen Ju giggled and dodged. 　　"You like it? I won't let you lick it. If you stink to death, your mother will kill me!" Chen Ju 　　laughed loudly in front of me, her bare feet stomping. 　　Since I had ejaculated twice in a short time, I didn't force her to lick Chen Ju's feet. We played around at home 　　for a while, then Chen Ju asked to go home. 　　Seeing that it was getting late, I didn't insist she stay overnight and saw her to the door. 　　"Leave the socks for me, don't wear them." I snatched the socks from Chen Ju's hand. 　　"Give them back! They're smelly! What are you going to do with them? You're going to do those filthy things again!" Chen Ju 　　stood 　　up, her pretty face flushed, and struggled with me for the smelly cotton socks. 　　"You big bad guy, you pervert, you stole my socks! I'll make you stink to death!" Chen Ju cursed viciously when she couldn't win against me 　　. 　　But I ignored her weak curse and saw her to the door. 　　Chen Ju reached the door, slipped her foot into her shoe, frowned, but didn't pull it out. She just 　　turned and glared at me, saying, "Disgusting!" 　　"Hehe," I chuckled awkwardly. Chen Ju must have felt the dampness inside her shoe and guessed 　　what it was. The thought of Chen Ju walking home with her stinky feet covered in my semen made my genitals tingle again.

A surge of desire welled up within me. I fantasized that Chen Ju would stomp on my semen with her incredibly smelly feet, then put her feet in my mouth, making me
swallow the semen mixed with her foot odor.
After seeing Chen Ju out the door, I was about to go back inside.
"I'll tell my parents!" Chen Ju said, blushing.
"Ah!" I exclaimed in surprise.
Chen Ju chuckled a moment earlier, her dark eyes giving me a resentful look. The sunlight from outside
sprinkled a layer of gold dust on her face. "I thought you wouldn't be scared,"
I smiled. "I did this because I like you, so don't be angry!"
Chen Ju seemed pleased with the "I like you" and didn't say anything more.
"Hey, it seems you still owe me one more condition, you haven't forgotten, have you?" I said to Chen Ju.
"What condition? Tell me, you big pervert!" Chen Ju laughed.
"Cough cough..." I choked on her address. "Um...you...
don't wash your socks anymore, give them to me, I'll wash them for you, okay?" I said awkwardly.
"No, you pervert, I'm going back, hmph," Chen Ju said coquettishly, then turned and left.
Dreams and reality are always only a foot apart, but often they block the way for many
who pursue and yearn for them. So that foot of distance is called an insurmountable distance.
With regret, I returned home, took out Chen Ju's smelly cotton socks and sucked on them hard, wanting to
inhale all the smell into my lungs. I was going further and further down the path of sadomasochism. What lay ahead? I didn't know. On
this road of no return, I lost many things, such as dignity, love, friendship, or the unseen future
.
Chapter Twelve: The Truth Exposed
I heated up some leftovers from lunch and ate a simple meal. Then I sat on the sofa watching TV, and
actually fell asleep. The two ejaculations had exhausted too much of my energy.
The sound of Mom slamming the door shut woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw her staring wide-
eyed as she returned.
My gaze fell on a pair of black leather boots with heels at least seven centimeters high, the lace
trim dangling with black threads that swayed with each step. Above them were thin black stockings, revealing
glimpses of her fair skin beneath. A black leather mini-skirt barely concealed her slender legs, its ruffled
lace adding to her air of mystery and elegance. She wore a tight-fitting cotton bra with lace trim, clearly
showing her 36D bust, and a short black leather jacket over it, barely covering her
ample bosom. She wore light makeup, which accentuated her delicate features.
Mom was a well-known beauty in our neighborhood; although she was in her thirties, she still had
many suitors trying to steal Dad's girlfriend.
Looking at my mother's queen-like attire, I completely forgot that Chen Ju's smelly cotton sock was still hanging on my nose, and stared
blankly at her, speechless.
My mother was clearly surprised to see me lying on the sofa when she entered the room, and a
slightly unnatural expression appeared on her face as she thought about her current appearance.
She obviously noticed the sock hanging on my nose, frowned slightly, and said, "Xiaofeng,
what's that on your face?"
I was startled, only then remembering that Chen Ju's smelly sock was still hanging on my nose. If my mother found out, I'd be in big trouble. I immediately
grabbed the sock and hid it behind my back.
"N-nothing…" I stammered, my eyes darting around nervously.
My flustered expression and exaggerated movements aroused my mother's suspicion, and she clearly saw that it was a
pair of socks.
"What is it? Take it out." My mother lowered her sharp, beautiful chin, staring at me with a cold,
sharp gaze.
"Really...really nothing...Mom." My mother's sharp gaze felt like a sudden
blizzard in Siberia, sending a shiver down my spine. My legs trembled uncontrollably, and I couldn't utter a coherent
sentence; my mind
was blank.
My mother pulled my hand away and saw the pair of smelly cotton socks I was clutching. Her shock was indescribable.
Chen Ju's socks were incredibly smelly; the entire room reeked of her pungent, sour stench.
My mother stared angrily at the socks,
her
anger rising at the thought of her son doing something so despicable.
Her cold eyes glared at me.
"Slap!" My mother snatched the socks from my hand and slapped me hard across the face, making me dizzy and disoriented
. I covered my face, too ashamed to look at her.
"What are you doing? Do you know how shameless you are? You're my son! How could
you smell someone else's smelly socks? I'll beat you to death!" My mother roared at me angrily. Her
cold gaze remained fixed on me, filled with deep contempt. My mother grabbed my collar and threw me to
the ground, then started slapping me across the face.
"Slap slap slap slap slap..." she slapped me relentlessly.
I sat frozen on the floor, staring at my mother's frosty face, a burning pain shooting through my skin
. My genitals were aroused.
I hadn't noticed that I hadn't zipped up my pants when I put them on; my penis was sticking out of
the zipper, the color difference between my underwear and jeans clearly noticed by my mother.
My mother, tired of slapping, leaned back on the sofa.
"You kneel properly. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't learn your lesson," she said coldly.
I was terrified and quickly scrambled to my feet, kneeling down, my erect penis
standing tall from the zipper of my jeans.
Seeing that I was still erect despite being slapped, my mother looked at me with disdain, her anger escalating. She grabbed
a feather duster from the sofa and began to beat me mercilessly.
I dared not dodge; the feather duster struck me hard, each blow feeling like a whip lashing my heart, while my
lower body grew even more erect, reaching its maximum size.
The pain became unbearable, and I grabbed my mother's leg, crying and begging her to stop hitting me.
"Mom, I know I was wrong, please let me go, it hurts so much," I pleaded.
Seeing the red marks on my face, Mom felt a pang of heartache. She pushed me away and continued sitting
on the sofa.
"Tell me yourself, what did you do!" Mom asked me coldly.
"I...I took Chen Ju's socks and masturbated..." I stammered. Admitting to
masturbating with someone else's socks in front of Mom made me feel incredibly ashamed, but it was this shame that almost made me ejaculate.
"You like other people's feet?" Mom continued.
"I...I like..." I knelt before Mom, looking at the feather duster in her hand, afraid to lie.
"Last time, did you eat the filth on my underwear?" Mom's face gradually turned contemptuous
.
Before I could answer, Mom continued.
"Do you know what's on it?" Mom asked disdainfully.
"I know...there's a man's semen..." I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear into the ground.
"Do you like it?" Mom leaned closer, her pretty face half-smiling, and asked me.
Looking at my mother's sculpted face, staring at me, my mind went completely blank. All I wanted to do was kneel on the ground,
lick her feet, and beg her to torture me mercilessly.
"I...I like..." I uttered the answer in my heart, staring into my mother's dark eyes.
My mother looked at me with disdain, leaning back on the sofa.
"I never thought you were so shameless. You even eat men's semen! Just like Wu Gang, you're as cheap as a dog. Just now you
were barking
at my and Zhang Xiaofei's feet! Tell me, what else have you touched in my home?" Wu Gang was Aunt Zhang's husband. Aunt Zhang's name was Zhang Xiaofei. So, my mother had just been 　　training Uncle Wu
with Aunt Zhang 　　. 　　I was utterly humiliated by my mother's words, but they also completely ignited my subservient nature. 　　"I lick all the filth off Mom's underwear, and 　　I eat all the filth from her stockings and shoes, then masturbate while looking at them!" 　　I was shocked by how fluently I spoke of my shameful deeds, and I stared nervously at Mom. 　　Mom looked at me coldly, her heart filled with complex emotions. She had known for a long time that I had touched her 　　underwear, but because of our mother-son relationship, she hadn't confronted me. It wasn't until she discovered I had eaten her underwear stained with another man's semen that 　　she realized she might be wrong, terribly wrong. 　　My vulgar words made Mom realize that I subconsciously harbored a strong tendency towards male subservience 　　. She feared I would seek out others for "training," knowing that once a person's subservience was awakened, it was very difficult to change. 　　Mom understood the principle of keeping family scandals private, so she made a terrible decision. 　　"Stand up now, throw away these stockings and we'll still be mother and son, or crawl over here and use your mouth to take off 　　my boots, lick my feet and become my dog slave. You choose!" 　　Mother made her decision, but I was, after all, her most beloved son. She was conflicted, so she handed the final choice 　　to me. 　　Chapter Thirteen: Mother's Discipline 　　I was also conflicted. Should I throw away the smelly stockings and continue being my mother's son, or should I completely succumb 　　and become a dog at her feet? With the former, I would still be my mother's most beloved son, and she would still pamper and love me. 　　With the latter, I would completely lose my mother's love and my dignity as a man. 　　Looking at my mother's cold gaze, her eyes filled with contempt and disappointment, I could no longer control myself. I lowered 　　my head, not daring to look at my mother's expression, and tremblingly reached out my hands to touch my mother's boots, starting to 　　pull them off. 　　I didn't know what expression my mother had now, how she would look at me. All I knew was that the servility within me had completely 　　taken over my mind. Now, all I wanted was to submit to my mother, to be her slave, her dog! 　　"You slut, I've given you a chance. Don't blame me for being heartless. Rather than letting others abuse you 　　and cause you problems, I'd rather let me discipline you properly. At least you won't have any lasting effects. Crawl over here and 　　take off my boots, no hands, understand?" My mother kicked me away coldly. 　　Hearing her words, I felt utterly humiliated. That word, "slut," felt like a mountain pressing down on me, crushing 　　my self-esteem and dignity. 　　I slowly crawled towards my mother, my eyes fixed on her elegant leather boots, a greedy 　　glint in them, like a hungry dog drooling over its prey. Ironically, I was a human being, and the one 　　kneeling before me was my own mother. 　　I reached her feet, and I could almost see her contemptuous gaze watching my every move. I 　　clumsily put the zipper strap of my mother's boots into my mouth, mimicking 　　the actions of the "dog" characters in the BDSM novels I'd read, gently pulling the zipper down. But doing this for the first time was obviously very awkward; 　　I struggled for a long time without managing to pull it down. 　　My mother grabbed my hair and lifted my head. 　　"You worthless dog son, you're really useless, far inferior to my stocking-clad slave. Open your mouth!" My mother's face was full 　　of disgust, her chiseled features revealing deep contempt as she coldly scolded me. 　　I was captivated by my mother's beautiful, contemptuous face. I guessed what would happen next, but I felt 　　no resistance; in fact, I felt a sliver of anticipation. 　　I stared into my mother's beautiful, cold eyes, and blankly opened my mouth. 　　"Heh... spit..." My mother sniffed and spat into my mouth. 　　I opened my mouth to receive my mother's nectar, and even more eagerly leaned forward. My mother's saliva, 　　cooled by the air, landed precisely in my mouth. 　　I quickly closed my mouth, savoring her nectar. The saliva, cooled by the air, 　　was slightly cool as it entered my mouth. I could clearly feel this unfamiliar liquid slowly dissolving. I quickly 　　tasted it; it was slightly viscous, with a delicate fragrance. 　　"Smack... smack..." I made shameful sounds while eating my mother's saliva. I did 　　n't feel disgusted; instead, I looked at my mother longingly, hoping to taste her nectar again.

"You're more despicable than I expected. I'll see just how despicable you can be. You're no longer
my son. I won't treat you like one anymore. Be my dog, okay, my dog son?"
Mom said, looking at my groveling face with a seductive gaze.
"Okay, okay, I'll be Mom's dog. I'll eat the dirtiest parts of Mom's body. Everything about Mom is my
favorite," I replied grovelingly.
"Fine, son, don't blame Mom for being heartless. You'll always be my dog. Don't go looking for anyone else. If I
find out, I'll make you suffer a terrible death. Now lick my boots, cool them down. They're
so uncomfortable when I walk back. Lick them properly, eat all the filth!" Mom threatened me.
I lowered my head grovelingly, preparing to grab Mom's feet and lick them hard. As soon as I raised my hands, Mom
stomped them on the ground and ground them down hard.
"Did I tell you to touch me with your dog paws? You can only use your mouth, remember that!" Mom said arrogantly, stepping on my hands
.
"I know I was wrong, Mom, I'll lick it for you with my mouth, please don't step on it, it hurts!" I
pleaded with my mother, tears welling in my eyes.
Hearing my pleas, my mother stopped grinding her feet, but she didn't let go of my hand,
and instead stepped on my other hand.
"Lick it properly, or you'll regret it!" my mother said, her feet firmly pressing down on my hand.
With my mother's feet on my hand, I was forced to crawl and lick my mother's leather boots. I craned my neck
and diligently licked my mother's boots. The scent of leather mixed with a hint of sweat filled the air, intoxicating me.
Unlike Chen Ju's smelly shoes, my mother's boots must have been recently bought; the leather was shiny, and they had a new shoe smell
.
I greedily licked my mother's boots, first using the tip of my tongue to lick the toes, where there was
mud splashed up from stepping in the water. I completely ignored it, licking the mud clean in a few swift movements. Then I stuck out my tongue
and licked from the tip of the shoe to the heel, continuing upwards. Reaching the top of the boot, I forcefully pressed my nose
into the gap between my mother's legs and the boot. I inhaled deeply the scent of her beautiful feet wafting from the sole, my lower body
throbbing violently.
The smell of my mother's feet was strange, a mixture of a fishy odor and her sweaty feet, almost like
the smell of semen. Lost in my irrationality, I didn't think much of it. All I wanted now was the caress of my mother's boots, to be insulted,
trampled upon, or even ravaged.
My mother lifted her foot and kicked me away, her seven-centimeter heel piercing my chest, as if about to penetrate deeply
.
"Ah…Mom…it hurts…it hurts…" I howled in pain, lying on the ground. Before I could
continue pleading, everything went black, and a strong, pungent smell of feet mixed with leather and other unknown odors
filled my nostrils.
It turned out that my mother had taken off her boots, stood up, and stomped heavily on my face, beginning to rub
it.
I was just about to stick out my tongue and lick my mother's stockinged feet when suddenly my eyes lit up again. I opened my eyes and
saw my mother looking at me with a teasing gaze, her stockinged feet dangling in front of me.
"Do you like my feet?" my mother asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes, Mom, let me smell your feet!" I had abandoned all dignity and lay on the ground,
begging my mother.
"Look closely at what's on my feet to answer me!" my mother's face changed, and she said coldly.
Only then did I carefully observe my mother's feet. Black stockings tightly wrapped my mother's fair and fragrant feet.
The stockings at the toes were thicker than the rest, covering my mother's delicate toes, making me even more itchy.
The air was filled with the fragrance of my mother's feet, but strangely, it was mixed with a different scent than usual. I then noticed
that a large patch on the soles of my mother's feet was soaked, and I could see a sticky liquid accumulated on my mother
's soles, as if it would drip down at any moment.
I suddenly realized it was a man's semen. My mother had been foot-masturbating someone, and that man had ejaculated on her
feet, which she then used to carry home.
"See? That's semen, my stocking-wearing slave's semen. How about it, do you want to lick it again
?" my mother asked, a seductive smile on her face.
"Don't you like my feet? You wouldn't mind if there were other men's semen on them, would you? Hmm?
My little dog!" When my mother said this, I trembled all over, my heart pounding wildly, feeling like it was about to
burst.
And I saw a strange excitement on my mother's face, looking at me lewdly.
"You little rascal, are you still hesitating? Look at how swollen your dog dick is! Didn't you say you'd lick
the dirtiest parts of my body clean? Look, see? My feet are covered in someone else's semen, so filthy! You little rascal
, hurry up and lick them clean!" Mom became more and more excited as she spoke, her smile growing wider. She seemed to have found
something that particularly thrilled her, her whole body trembling slightly with excitement.
I hadn't recovered from the fact that Mom was foot-playing with someone else, my mouth agape in astonishment.
My head involuntarily moved from Mom's face to her stockinged feet, staring intently at her
beautiful feet covered in semen.
Looking at Mom's beautiful feet, I was completely paralyzed, unable to utter the words I had prepared, my mind a complete
mess.
Just then, I felt Mom's breathing become a little erratic; clearly, she was aroused. This
scene deeply ignited Mom's queenly aura; she had entered the role and no longer saw me as her son
.
What happened next is something I'll never forget. My eyes widened as I watched my mother slowly raise her foot. I stared
at her, mouth agape, until her foot slammed down.
Her semen-covered foot was pressed into my mouth, and she grinned lewdly.
"Eat it all, you slut! You're worse than a dog! I'll feed you semen every day, and let
your mouth wash my feet every day! Hahahaha!" she laughed, a strange light in her eyes.
I was completely speechless. My mother's words pierced my heart, and I found myself desperately craving
the life she had described. I licked my mother's feet vigorously, semen flowing down my tongue and filling my mouth. Mixed with
the sweat and stench of my mother's feet and the semen of a strange man, I pulled down my pants, exposing my swollen penis to my mother, and
began masturbating rapidly.
The semen was quickly swallowed, but I wasn't satisfied. I scraped my stockings hard with my teeth,
trying to scrape out all the semen.
"Slurp," I sucked on my mother's feet forcefully, making shameful sounds. They were covered in my saliva,
semen, and foot grime; I wanted to suck it all in.
My mother lifted her foot and shoved her toes into my mouth, pushing them in forcefully. I sucked deeply, opening my
mouth wide to accommodate my mother's stockinged foot.
Suddenly, my mother stepped on me, her foot, still in its boot, slamming down hard on my
penis.
I couldn't take the stimulation any longer. My whole body trembled, and my semen gushed out like a tap, spraying everywhere
. It splashed onto my mother's feet, and some even landed on my face and hair.
Chapter Fourteen: New Mother-Son Relationship (Part 1)
I collapsed to the ground as if I were seriously ill. My mouth was full of my mother's stockinged foot, making it hard to breathe.
Ejaculating three times a day left me feeling extremely tired, and the smell of semen and foot odor in my mouth made me feel nauseous
.
My mother saw that I had ejaculated, and even ejaculated on her foot. She gave me a disgusted look, pulled her
small foot out, took off her other boot, and went to the toilet barefoot.
"Xiaofeng, bring me those slippers." My mother's voice came from the toilet. I weakly
got up from the ground, grabbed the slippers, and went to the toilet.
The toilet door was open, but I didn't dare to go in. I felt deeply ashamed of my behavior just now and didn't know
how to face my mother.
I placed the slippers outside the door and said, "Mom, I left my shoes outside."
"Bring them in!" Mom's cold voice came from the bathroom, as if she were angry. Remembering Mom
's earlier "discipline," I couldn't muster any resistance and obediently carried the shoes inside.
Upon entering, I froze. Mom had already taken off her stockings and was washing her bare feet. Streams of water
traced transparent lines on her snow-white feet before converging and flowing onto the tiles beside her. Seeing me come in, Mom stopped
washing her feet and turned off the tap.
"I'm exhausted. Help me put my shoes on," Mom said lazily, stretching.
I could tell Mom was also somewhat embarrassed. Her earlier stretch was just a way of masking her inner turmoil; after all, she had just
disciplined her own son. In front of her son, she couldn't be as at
ease as she was with other slaves, so she asked me to help her put on her shoes to slowly rediscover the feeling of being a queen.
My heart skipped a beat. Looking at Mom's snow-white feet, still wet, my submissive nature was instantly reignited
. I took the slippers and slowly squatted down, burying my head in my eyes as I gazed at my mother's beautiful feet.
My mother obediently extended her foot, offering it to me. Looking at her damp little feet, my heart surged with emotion
. I thought to myself, I've already done even more despicable things; what did I care what my mother thought of me? I carefully lifted
my mother's foot, as if holding a priceless treasure. Seeing that her feet were still wet, I lowered my head and used
my tongue to lick the water off her feet.
I first licked the instep of her foot; the delicate veins on her fair skin were faintly visible. I
sucked on it again and again, swallowing the water from her foot-washing. Following the instep, I slowly licked down to her toes,
taking each toe into my mouth and savoring it. Because my mother had only rinsed her feet with water, I could still smell
a sour, sweaty odor. I slipped my tongue between her toes, moving it in and out, trying to
swallow all the dirt from between her toes.
I felt my mother tremble slightly, perhaps because she hadn't expected me to lick her feet so willingly, completely
acting like a dog slave.
"You're really shameless. Lick them clean, suck the water from between her toes and eat it. I originally
thought it was just your lustful behavior, but I didn't expect you to actually want to be my dog slave," my mother
said coldly, enjoying my oral service.
"Mom, I want to be your dog, really, I want you to humiliate me, to abuse me," I
said, looking up at my mother with pious devotion. Looking up at my mother's beautiful face, I felt at that moment that she was so
noble, and I was only fit to be a lowly dog at her feet.
"Heh, can you really stand me abusing you? I'm your mother, you should be my precious darling
. If you become my dog, you can only submit to me every day, obey my commands, and serve me. Can you really accept
that?" my mother asked, looking down at me with disdain.
"I can, and Mom was happy just now, wasn't she? You like to abuse me; you want to turn me into your
dog. And I'm willing to be Mom's dog; I'll lick Mom's feet every day and serve you," I quickly said
.
"Being a dog slave isn't so easy. Since you want to, then I'll teach you how to be a good dog slave," Mom
's tone gradually turned cold.
Mom pulled her feet back from my hands, put on her shoes, and slowly took off her leather shorts, hanging them on the wall.
Then she took off her panties, and I saw a trace of vaginal fluid being pulled out along with Mom's panties. Mom was indeed very
excited. For the first time, I truly saw a woman's vulva. Looking at Mom's pink and tender private parts, their delicate shape
, like a budding rose, exuding a seductive and alluring scent, completely unlike what a woman in her thirties should
look like.
Not only that, Mom's pink vulva was covered with transparent dewdrops, like morning petals, slowly
sliding down with dew.
I was astonished that my mother had so openly exposed her private parts to me, looking down at me with her vulva pointed at me,
while I could only look up at her most private area. My penis, which had already ejaculated three times, became erect again, causing
me waves of throbbing pain.
My mother slowly took off her underwear, placed one foot on my shoulder, and bent down to wave the underwear
back and forth in front of me.
"Son, do you want it? It's covered in Mommy's vaginal fluid and discharge, even Mommy's pee! If you want
it, kneel down!" Mommy said with a sly smile, her eyes narrowed.
I knelt down, my hands on the ground, and looked up at Mommy's panties with longing, feeling like a
dog. No, I was a lowly male dog, a stinking slave at Mommy
's feet. Mommy flipped up the panties covering her vulva and held them out in front of me.
"Look closely, you little dog. What are this white mucus and these yellowish stains
? They look dirty." Mommy's hand got closer and closer to my eyes as she lewdly laughed.
I could clearly see that Mommy's vulva was becoming increasingly wet from the humiliation she was inflicting on me. Some vaginal fluid flowed
down Mommy's legs, while some dripped directly down. Mommy liked to humiliate me, and I could clearly feel
her excitement.
"It's Mommy's discharge and pee. It's been covering my vulva all day, and it's still steaming with a fragrant aroma," I said to Mommy in a lewd manner
.
"Pfft...hehe..." Mom couldn't help but laugh at my filthy words. I saw her laughing so hard she
was shaking uncontrollably, her vulva opening and closing, the flow of fluids becoming even more turbulent, the juices dripping even
faster from the trembling. I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
"Does it smell good? You're such a filthy dog, saying your mother's discharge smells good. Well then, you can
eat it all. Open your mouth, I'll watch you eat!" Mom said, making me open my mouth and stuffing the dirtiest part of her panties
into mine.
A strong, pungent smell, a mixture of urine and a hint of sweat, filled my mouth. I sucked hard on
Mom's filthy panties, the slightly bitter taste of the discharge mixed with the saltiness of the urine tasted surprisingly delicious.
Acting so filthy in front of Mom deeply satisfied my subservient nature. I couldn't
wait to pull out my penis and, under Mom's gaze, lick her panties and masturbate.
My saliva soaked through my mother's panties, mixing with her vaginal discharge and urine. As
I sucked, it flowed into my mouth, bringing back her most shameful taste.
My mother, with her feet on my shoulders, leaned close, her pretty face scrutinizing my filthy form.
Her entire weight pressed against me, and I could feel her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
Gradually, the taste of her panties faded; the vaginal discharge and urine had been
diluted by my saliva and disappeared. I sucked even harder on her fragrant panties, raising my head to greedily gaze at her
vulva, my penis almost bursting through her fabric.
My mother noticed my lustful gaze fixed on her genitals. The thought of her vulva being so openly
exposed to her son, even though he was now a lowly dog at her feet, was still
a piece of her flesh, bearing her blood, and a wave of shame washed over her. But then she
thought, she had raised him with such care for eighteen years, and he was so despicable as to want to be a dog, shamelessly
eating her underwear and stockings stained with semen. If she hadn't discovered it early, he might still be kneeling at some
slut's feet. This was something a proud queen could not tolerate. How could her son kneel
at someone else's feet? If he had to kneel, it should be at her feet, as her dog. Thinking of this, her mother felt
a surge of shame, disappointment, and anger, and her gaze towards me changed.
After a brief hesitation, she seemed like a different person, her face filled with deep contempt and disgust.
"Spit out your underwear, open your mouth wide. Since you like the taste of my genitals so much, then I'll give you a good
taste!" her mother said coldly.
Hearing her words, I couldn't believe it. My mother actually wanted me to lick her vulva. My heart
pounded violently, I felt short of breath, my eyes widened in disbelief. I immediately took
the underwear out of my mouth, respectfully put it in my pants pocket, and stared at my mother with my mouth wide open.
My mother stepped on my shoulders, her body weight gradually leaning towards me. As I watched her vulva get
closer and closer to me, I unconsciously took out my already swollen penis and started stroking it.
Closer and closer, my mother's vulva slowly closed, finally touching my mouth. The pink slit was constantly
spitting out her vaginal fluid into my mouth, mixed with her sweat, urine from her urethra, and the white
discharge accumulated on her labia, flowing into my mouth.
Chapter Fifteen New Mother-Son Relationship (Part Two)
"Is it tasty, you dog son, um... um... Mom has worked hard all day, you have to lick it well,
um... um... Aunt Zhang's toilet is out of toilet paper, I didn't even wipe myself
after peeing, um... eat it all, lick my vulva clean, I don't need to take a shower today... um..."
My mother moaned, humiliating me incoherently.
I kept licking my mother's vulva, my nose pressed against her urethra and clitoris, my nostrils filled
with the pungent smell of her urine. Bitter white discharge mixed with her vaginal fluid was licked into my mouth, savored.
My
mother's vaginal fluid increased, and her body trembled even more violently. My mother reached out and cupped the back of my head,
pressing my head hard against her vulva, rubbing it up and down, allowing my nose and tongue to
serve her itchy vulva more vigorously. Her vaginal fluid smeared my face, her vulva moved to my nose, swallowing my nose
completely, then sliding towards my tongue, my fluid-covered nose continuing to rub
against her clitoris.
My mother's hands tightened, making my nose feel slightly sore.
"Oh... um... lick... lick harder... um... you little bastard... stick your tongue in... oh
... harder..." My mother's body trembled even more rapidly.
"Oh...oh...ah...ah ah..." Finally, with a moan from my mother, she reached
her climax, her hands tightly gripping the back of my head, forcefully pressing my head against her vulva.
I felt like I was suffocating, my nose pressed against her urethra, my mouth deeply buried in her pink
flesh. Suddenly, I felt a stream of liquid shoot out from her urethra, my nose directly against it...
Liquid rushed into my nasal cavity, blocking my nose. A strong stench of urine, mixed with the fishy smell of vaginal fluid, was
irresistible. The liquid flowed down my nose and into my mouth in a large flow. I kept
swallowing, making "slurping" sounds.
"Hurry up and clean my vulva, swallow all the vaginal fluid, hurry up!" Mom hadn't
recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm. She looked at me, kneeling between her legs, swallowing her vaginal fluid with a cold yet ecstatic gaze.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." My nasal cavity was now full of the liquid flowing from Mom's urethra,
flowing into my trachea with each breath, and I coughed violently. But hearing Mom's cold words, I didn't dare
stop, coughing as I licked the liquid flowing from Mom's body.
I knew Mom had orgasmed, had orgasmed under my service. I felt very proud and satisfied, even though
tears were almost coming out of my eyes. I knew that most of the fluid from her squirting was my mother's urine, but anything that
came out of her body was like nectar to me. The powerful jets of fluid from her squirting
hit my face, and the urine flowed down my face, soaking me completely. The room was filled with a lewd atmosphere.
My mother slowly stopped squirting, her hands that had been tightly gripping my head slowly loosening. She looked at
me with disdain as I diligently licked her vulva, masturbating in a vile manner, and suddenly kicked me away. I was kicked so hard by my mother that
I fell backward to the ground with a loud thud, the violent impact making my chest feel tight. I stared blankly at my mother
, unable to figure out what I had done to anger her.
"Get your dog paws off me! Who told you to masturbate? If you dare ejaculate, I'll kick your balls off!" my mother
said coldly, her face flushed with anger.
I desperately wanted to masturbate; my penis was already on the verge of exploding. Hearing my mother's words, I shuddered
and ejaculated, the semen flying high and splashing onto my mother's clothes.
My mother was furious that I dared to disobey her. She lifted her foot and stomped heavily on my penis, grinding
it into it. My penis bent under her weight, sinking deep into my stomach. I was still ejaculating, waves of
intense pleasure surging through my penis, semen spraying onto my chest, my neck, and my face.
Seeing that I was still ejaculating, my mother became even angrier, stomping her other foot heavily on my face.
My orgasm ended, but my glans became even more sensitive, and my mother's foot continued to grind against it. A tingling sensation
spread throughout my body; I felt unwell, my legs went weak, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably. I wanted to tell my mother to stop,
but her foot was on my mouth, preventing me from making a sound, only allowing me to whimper. I grabbed
my mother's foot, trying to remove it, but my penis felt like it was being electrocuted, incredibly sore.
"Get your dog paws off me! Didn't you enjoy ejaculating? I'll make you enjoy it even more!" my mother roared.
I dared not disobey my mother, but the pain was unbearable. I curled my legs, trying to escape her
stomping.
My mother seemed to have discovered something amusing, her face flushed with excitement. She stretched out her toes
and stomped hard on my exposed glans, grinding it against my stomach. My glans, extremely sensitive after ejaculation,
couldn't withstand such stimulation.
"Ugh...ugh..." I writhed, trying to escape my mother's small feet, whimpering and
pleading. But how could my mother listen? Seeing my pained expression, she became even more excited,
her snow-white feet pressing even harder.
My whole body was weak, my glans deformed from her stomping, but she only grew more excited.
"Hahaha...so fun, is it good, my little dog? Serves you right for disobeying me, I'll stomp you to death, hahaha
..." My mother laughed wantonly, looking at my suffering with great satisfaction.
Finally, my penis slowly passed its refractory period, and the soreness wasn't as intense as before. I lay
on the floor, breathing heavily through my nose. My mother's stomping on me during my refractory period had exhausted me. My mouth was
covered by her foot; otherwise, I would have screamed like a pig being slaughtered. The feeling was a bittersweet experience.
Seeing that my refractory period was over, my mother lost interest in continuing to torment me. She picked up the showerhead and
turned it on.
The cold water rushed over my head, gradually clearing my head and washing away the filth.
I was now soaked to the bone.
My mother looked at me coldly, at my degrading state, remembering how I had shamelessly consumed her vaginal fluids and
masturbated in front of her while consuming her climaxing fluids. She said disdainfully, "Change your clothes and go cook.
Wash all my underwear and stockings. I want to sleep!"
My mother ordered me around like a slave. I dared not disobey her, and replied humbly, "Yes, Queen...
Mother."
"Heh, you call me Queen? That's hilarious. My son calls me Queen? Heh heh heh." Mom seemed to be
mocking me, and also mocking herself. She didn't look at me once, turned and walked out of the bathroom.
Winter nights come early. As darkness fell, time flew by. Today I turned eighteen.
Unlike previous birthdays, today I established a new mother-son relationship with my mother of eighteen years.
The wound that had always been etched in my heart finally became clearly visible in this quiet darkness…
Chapter Sixteen: The Unfading Motherly Love.
A gentle breeze brushed my bewildered face. The stars outside the window blinked, as if watching that shameful taboo. I
thought for a long time, sat for a long time, recalling my past life with my mother—warm, tinged with arguments and love.
But now, none of that existed. From the moment I knelt at my mother's feet, my dignity, my identity, and that
motherly love that should have been mine all flowed away like water from a showerhead, never to be retrieved or found again.
Regret? It's hard to say, just a feeling of nostalgia. I chose this path, and now I can only move forward on it
. I'll savor the scenery along the way, fully enjoying the allure of this irreversible road that leads to ruin and destruction,
and then I'll have no regrets about falling into hell.
Soaked to the bone, I felt a chill in the breeze. Multiple ejaculations had left me extremely weak, and
I couldn't help but sneeze. I didn't want to change my clothes because my whole body was weak and aching; I didn't want to move at all.
But my mother had ordered me to cook, and I had to faithfully obey, even though I'd never cooked before. But my mother's words...
It felt like a branding iron burning in my heart, making me afraid to resist.
After busying myself for half a day, I finally managed to make a dinner that was barely recognizable as food, though I was still groggy.
"Mom, dinner's ready, I've made it." My voice was a little hoarse; I thought I probably had a cold
, but I didn't think much of it. I'm usually quite healthy, and minor colds usually heal on their own.
"Oh...coming." Mom answered me quickly. Obviously, she hadn't fallen asleep either, probably thinking about
the same things as me, experiencing the same confusion.
Mom came to the table and finished cooking, but I didn't know whether I should eat or not. Mom was my queen,
and I was her slave, unworthy to sit at the same table with her. I stood hesitantly by the table, looking at Mom.
"Pfft...hehe, aren't you coming to eat? Then you can stand there and eat after I'm done!" Mom
laughed, teasing me.
"Yes, Queen!" I stood respectfully to the side, head bowed. Since I had already embarked on this path, I might as well
go all the way. In my heart, I had already accepted that I was Mom's dog.
Hearing me call her "Queen," Mom paused slightly, then continued eating, the atmosphere a little awkward. I
stood quietly beside her, my head growing heavier, my eyes barely open. I was so sleepy, I desperately wanted
to sleep. My thoughts were out of my control, wandering between the past and the present, between what had happened and
what would happen, until finally, everything went black, and I knew nothing more.
I had a very long dream. I dreamt that Mom had become my queen, bringing her lover home,
making love wildly in front of me. Mom kept humiliating me, moaning incessantly. Suddenly, I saw my girlfriend, Xue
Qian, lying in bed with someone else. The bedside was a mess, toilet paper scattered everywhere, several condoms lying
on the floor, as if mocking my impotence. I screamed wildly, but Xue Qian didn't react, still
lying quietly in the arms of the man whose face I couldn't see. I was going crazy, jealousy and anger threatening to burst my
brain. Finally, I ran away; I didn't want to see this utterly obscene scene. I ran
frantically with my eyes closed, trying to shake all the memories out of my mind. Finally, I saw a beam of light shining in front of me,
so bright it was blinding…
I woke up and opened my eyes. A white ceiling, a bright chandelier, and a strong, unpleasant
smell of medicine filled the air. I was in the hospital, I thought to myself. I tried to get up, but my whole body ached, my lower body burned
, and I had an IV drip in my hand. What was wrong with me? I looked around in confusion.
I saw my mother; she was sleeping peacefully beside my bed, her pretty face showing deep exhaustion
, her eyes slightly red. The sound
of me getting up woke her. She looked at me sleepily. Seeing me awake, her hazy eyes
cleared, and a happy smile appeared on her face.
"Son, you're awake! You scared me to death! A fever of 40 degrees Celsius! What happened?" my mother said, slightly reproachful
, but her smile still revealed her happiness.
It was already the afternoon of the second day. It turned out that I had fainted while my mother was eating that day. She was terrified
and immediately called a neighbor to take me to the hospital. Thankfully, it was just a low immunity from excessive masturbation, which
led to a severe cold and fever.
"Master, you...you shouldn't be so good to me. I'm just your dog..." I said, head bowed, my face
a complex mix of emotions. I craved my mother's love, but I also longed for the life where she was my master. I didn't know
where these words would lead me—perhaps to hell—but I didn't care. I was addicted to that kind of life.
My mother's smile froze, and she stared at me blankly. Her eyes gradually reddened. Her
son, the embodiment of her life's hopes, insisted on being her dog—how ironic and pathetic! Complex
tears welled in her eyes.
"Fine, if you want to be my dog, you have to listen to me. You can't disobey me. You must
obey everything I say unconditionally!" My mother said coldly, her eyes filled with tears.
"Yes, Master," I replied, head bowed, not daring to look her in the eye.
"Now get some rest and sleep. I don't want my dog to be sick and lethargic, otherwise how can he serve me properly?
I'm going to get the medicine. You wretched dog, lie here and wait for me to come back!" Mom wiped away her tears, stood up, and said fiercely .
That evening, Mom and I returned home. I felt extremely hungry and exhausted, having not eaten all day. Mom
hadn't said a word to me until now. She went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
I lay down on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.
In my sleep, I felt something pressed against my face. I opened my eyes and saw Mom
covering my nose with her foot. The smell of leather and foot sweat filled my nostrils. I greedily inhaled it,
feeling it was an unparalleled delicacy.
"Get up and eat, you wretched dog. We still need to apply medicine later!" Mom said with a teasing smile, watching
me sniffing her feet.
I sniffed Mom's feet until she saw I hadn't moved for a while and withdrew her foot. Only then did I come to my senses and stand up.
"Come to the table and eat," Mom commanded.
"Master, I'm your dog, I can't eat with you. Please eat first!" I said, head bowed.
"Enough with the nonsense, you lowly dog! Don't you listen to me? If someone finds out, you'll be ashamed, but I will be
!" Mom scolded loudly.
I didn't dare disobey, so I obediently sat down and ate. Mom repeatedly put food on my plate, telling me
to get better quickly and take care of her. I knew this was just an excuse; what mother doesn't love her son?
After finishing, I took the initiative to clean up the dishes and wash them. Mom didn't stop me, and instead took out
the medicine I got from the hospital and looked at the instructions.
It was already dark outside. Mom and I sat on the sofa watching TV, neither of us saying a
word.
I thought quietly, Mom loves me, and I'm afraid of losing her love, but
I don't know how long this love can last. I really hope this love is an everlasting wave!
Chapter Seventeen: My Friend Yue Dao
It was almost ten o'clock when Mom stood up from the sofa and picked up the medicine.
"You filthy dog, time to apply the medicine. Take your pants off!" Mom said, looking at me.
Applying medicine? And I have to take off my pants? What's going on? I looked at my mother in confusion. My genitals were burning with pain. I thought it
was because of excessive masturbation, so I didn't check. What's wrong with my penis? I realized and
hurriedly took off my pants to check.
My penis was limp and slender, and the glans was burning with pain. I pulled back the foreskin and saw that the glans was bright red with
bloodstains. I was shocked.
"Mom, what happened to me? Is it broken?" I looked at my mother in a panic, forgetting to call her "master
.
" My mother laughed at my panicked expression. "So you're scared now? I stepped on you. Do you still want to
be my dog? Don't blame me if I step on your dog's penis one day!"
So it was my mother who stepped on me. Looking at my swollen genitals and hearing my mother's humiliating words, I was actually very excited. My
swollen genitals started to stir again.
"I like it when Mom steps on my dog's penis. It belongs to Mom, and you can do whatever you want with it," I
said shamelessly to my mother.
"What a filthy dog. Next time, Mom will be more careful. If you ruin your dog's penis, your Wang family line will end,
hehe!" Mom said mockingly when she heard me.
As she spoke, Mom made me lie down on the sofa and sat next to me to apply medicine.
Although it wasn't the first time I had exposed my filthy penis in front of Mom, it
still shamefully hardened under her gaze.
Mom looked at my swollen penis and said irritably, "It's injured like this and you still won't behave. I really want to stomp it
on the ground and grind it to pieces, then see if it behaves!"
Hearing Mom's threat to my penis, a sense of humiliation spread throughout my body, and my lower body became even more erect.
Mom looked at me, feeling both amused and annoyed that I was even more excited by her words.
"You filthy dog, you're such a slut, I wish I could stomp you to death. Just stay hard, you'll suffer when the medicine is applied
. Don't scream!" My mother said, sitting on my lap and pressing her stockinged feet against my face, silencing
me.
"After your penis heals, you can only masturbate once a day at most. Don't masturbate behind my back. I'll watch
you masturbate every time. If I find out you dare to do it more than once, I'll punish you by not being able to masturbate for a month!" My mother said, rubbing
my face with her stockinged feet.
A cold, stinging sensation came from my lower body. The scent of my mother's stockinged feet and the
lewd words coming from her mouth made me feel both pain and pleasure.
Monday arrived, and I returned to school. Seeing familiar faces, it all felt like yesterday. My
relationship with my mother remained master and slave, but it was different from others. To be precise, my mother trained me to satisfy me
; at that time, I hadn't experienced true queenly discipline.
"Yue Dao, you've been looking at your phone all day, what are you looking at?" Yue Dao was sitting in front of me,
and I asked him curiously as I watched him scrolling through his phone all day.
"N-nothing... just reading some novels, hehe!" Yue Dao turned around and said, trying to cover it up.
I looked at Yue Dao suspiciously. I knew him well, having been his buddy since childhood. What was he hiding?
Taking advantage of the teacher turning around, I stood up and snatched Yue Dao's phone. Yue Dao was startled and turned to grab it back,
but the teacher had already turned around. He lowered his head and muttered angrily, "Give it back to me, you want to die, don't you!"
"Tch, what else could you be looking at? It's just some porn, what's the big deal? Let me see too,
hehe!" I ignored Yue Dao's threat and lowered my head to look at the phone.
"I want to see too, what is it, all mysterious!" Xue Qian, who was next to me, was clearly also intrigued
and leaned over to say to me.
"Okay, okay, can I see it with you?" I really wanted to see Xue Qian's expression when she saw something so exciting
, so I held the phone in the middle and said.
Yue Dao was like an ant on a hot pan, constantly turning back to threaten me. Ignoring him, I turned on my phone's
screen saver.
Xue Qian and I stared in disbelief at the phone; it was filled with images of a queen disciplining a male slave. The images were extremely explicit:
some showed the queen whipping the slave, some showed the queen squatting on the slave's head and urinating, and others showed the queen cruelly
abusing the slave's penis.
"Yue Dao, what kind of rubbish are you looking at? It's disgusting!" Xue Qian looked up,
her face flushed with embarrassment, and scolded.
Seeing Xue Qian's angry face, I didn't dare look anymore. I put away my phone, but as I turned off the screen, I took
one last, hard look at the image of the queen urinating on the slave's face before reluctantly turning off the phone.
"Yue Dao, I didn't know you had this kind of taste?" I said, smiling at Yue Dao.
"I just found it by accident, okay? Give me back my phone!" Yue Dao's face also turned red. After I returned
the phone, he ignored us.
After class, I pulled Yue Dao into the corridor.
"Yue Dao, you like this?" I teased Yue Dao.
"You're the one who likes it! I told you I saw it by accident!" Yue Dao seemed a little embarrassed and angry, loudly
defending himself.
"I just like it, so what? Bro, you've been hiding this from me! Tell me where you got this from,
huh?" I continued my attack on Yue Dao, trying to get information out of him, maybe I could discover a real
queen!
"I'm too lazy to talk to you, I'm going to smoke." Yue Dao walked towards the bathroom, his back to me, and said.
"Hey, don't go! Come to my house for dinner tonight, my mom wants to thank you for tutoring me in math last time!"
I shouted at Yue Dao's departing back.
Yue Dao waved his hand with his back to me to indicate that he understood.
The school bell rang, and the classroom erupted in commotion. People rushed out of the classroom, like
ants flooding an anthill.
Yuedao and I chatted and laughed as we walked home. Yuedao often came to our house; it was because he was a good student, and my mother
especially liked him. Whenever I wanted to go out to play, adding Yuedao's name to the list would definitely get my mother's approval. In my mother's eyes,
going out with a good student made her feel at ease; back then, grades were the only standard for judging a person's worth.
When we got home, my mother had already prepared dinner. Seeing Yuedao arrive, she happily said, "Yuedao, come and sit down! Auntie
made you something delicious!"
"Auntie, you're too kind. I'm always troubling you!"
At the dinner table, Mom and Yuedao chatted, but I couldn't get a word in edgewise and ate my meal feeling annoyed.
After dinner, Mom was clearing the dishes.
"Yuedao, don't go home today. It's so far. Just sleep here with me. I'll
talk to your mom later!" Mom said, washing dishes in the kitchen.
"No, thank you. I'll take a taxi home later." Yuedao, sitting on the sofa, said, flattered
.
"Don't be so polite with your auntie. I'll go tidy up your room for you later. Xiaofeng, go to Aunt Zhang's house and get my
clothes back. I left them there last time I went to her house!" Mom said, poking her head out from the kitchen.
Although Yuedao was in my house, I didn't feel comfortable calling Mom "host," but how could I disobey her?
"Yuedao, don't go back. It's not like you've slept in my house before. I'll go get Mom's clothes.
I'll be back later. You can watch some TV!" With that, I put on my shoes and left the house.
After washing the dishes, Mom sat down on the stool in front of Yuedao.
"Yuedao, Auntie has something to ask you. Tell me honestly!" Mom said, smiling at Yuedao.
But her questioning tone revealed her queenly aura, an invisible pressure emanating from her.
Yuedao was taken aback by her mother's serious tone.
"Auntie, what do you want to ask? I'll tell you everything I know!" Yuedao
said a little embarrassedly, looking at her mother, who was sitting high up in a short skirt.
Seeing Yuedao blush, Mom realized she had exposed herself and quickly changed her posture
, crossing her legs to cover herself.
"What's Xiaofeng's relationship with Xue Qian at school?" Mom asked.
Yuedao was startled, thinking, "I absolutely can't let Auntie know this, or I'll be in big trouble.
" "Um… Xue Qian? They're classmates, nothing more. What do you want to ask, Auntie?"
Yuedao asked, using a feigned retreat.
Mom stared into Yuedao's eyes, trying to detect any evasion or panic in his words, but she failed
. Yuedao wasn't looking at her at all; instead, his eyes were fixed on her upturned, stockinged feet, his
gaze filled with lust.
Looking at Yuedao's eyes, Mom sighed inwardly, "He's grown up after all. The little kid from before is now
staring at me like that. Does he like my feet too? Is he like Xiaofeng?" Thinking this, Mom
devised a way to get information out of Yuedao.
She lowered her legs, slightly parted them, and leaned closer to Yuedao. She hooked
his chin with her hand, lifting his head and staring into his eyes.
"Yuedao, lying to Auntie isn't a good thing, you know. Tell Auntie, and Auntie will reward you handsomely!"
Mom put on a seductive expression, looking at Yuedao coquettishly.
"I...I...I really don't know..." Yuedao looked utterly pathetic, his loose school pants
already bulging, his eyes furtively glancing at Mom's legs, stammering.
The mother was slightly angry, thinking, "Still not behaving? I've already seduced you, I'll teach you a lesson you won't know
how powerful this queen is."
Noticing that Yue Dao was staring at her feet and legs, she knew he also liked her beautiful feet, so she
lifted her leg and stomped on Yue Dao's erect penis, pressing it hard onto the sofa.
"Are you going to talk or not? If you don't, I'll use force, hmm?" the mother said, her face slightly annoyed.
"Oh..." Yue Dao groaned, the scene he had dreamed of had actually happened.
Chapter Eighteen: The Allure of That Stomp
The friction between the pants and the glans made Yue Dao tremble. He held his mother's foot in his hands and
pressed down hard, a look of ecstasy on his face.
"You're really shameless, complaining that I'm not pressing hard enough, hehe..." the mother laughed contemptuously,
looking at the shameless Yue Dao.
"Auntie, please use more force, I feel so uncomfortable... oh..." Yue Dao pleaded shamelessly,
pressing even harder with his hands.
"If you want me to make you feel good, tell me about Xiaofeng and Xue Qian's relationship!" The mother's stockinged foot
pressed slightly, rubbing against Yue Dao's swollen glans through his pants as she asked.
Yue Dao was already experiencing intense pleasure, but he hesitated when asked about his penis.
"Ah... Auntie, I really don't know, really, please don't torture me... Oh..." Yue
Dao groaned, his voice weak and unbearable.
"Hmph, it seems you won't tell me unless I teach you a lesson. Stand up and spread your legs!"
The mother, impatient, stood up from the stool and snapped at Yue Dao.
The removal of the mother's stockinged foot caused Yue Dao's penis to rise again. The sudden loss of pleasure made Yue Dao extremely
uncomfortable. Looking at his mother's angry face, he couldn't muster any resistance. Perhaps his mother's temperament
naturally carried a queenly oppressive quality.
Yue Dao obeyed his mother's orders, standing up and spreading his legs.
The mother took a step back and kicked Yuedao hard in the groin with a loud "smack." Yuedao immediately clutched
his penis, doubled over in pain, and let out a scream.
"Ah... Auntie, I was wrong, it hurts so much... Ah..." Yuedao lay on the ground in agony. It was the first time
he'd been kicked in the groin, and he couldn't bear the pain. He lay there pleading with his mother.
"Take your hand off! You dare lie to me? I'll teach you a lesson!" The mother was still furious,
grinding her foot on Yuedao's hand that was clutching his penis.
"Auntie... Auntie, don't step on it anymore, it's going to rot! I won't lie to you anymore... Please let me go..." Yuedao pleaded
, clutching his penis with one hand and gripping his mother's ankle with the other.
Clutching his manhood, curled up in pain under his mother's foot, Yuedao felt utterly humiliated. The thought of his brother's
mother stepping on his manhood, while he was reliving the memory of that powerful kick from his aunt, filled him with hatred for his own
depravity.
What an unparalleled kick! A slightly angry, pretty face; the power traveled from her heaving chest to her thigh.
The passing wind gently lifted her short skirt, and her leg, clad in almost transparent stockings, quickly rose, swiftly straightened
, breaking through the wind's resistance, and with all her strength, slammed into her manhood.
He could only painfully clutch his penis and beg his aunt for forgiveness. The humiliation, mixed with a sense of awe, made Yue Dao savor the aftertaste
of that kick even more.
His mother hadn't expected Yue Dao to be thinking so much, still reminiscing about her violent kick.
Seeing Yue Dao's pain, her anger slowly dissipated, replaced by regret. Yue Dao wasn't
her dog; she hadn't treated him right. What if she'd hurt him? She wouldn't be able to explain it to his mother.
"See if you dare lie to me again! Get up and stand properly!" his mother said, raising her stockinged foot.
Yue Dao, thinking his mother was going to kick his penis again, was both afraid and eager. He stood up shakily, even
proactively opening his legs, his hands not covering his penis, but resting on his thighs as if welcoming his mother
's beautiful foot.
"Auntie, could you be gentler? My penis hurts so much, I can't take it anymore..." Yue Dao stammered, his legs
trembling.
Seeing Yue Dao's comical actions, his mother couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hehe, looks like you're enjoying it. Want to do it again?" Mom teased Yue Dao.
"Yes...yes...please be gentle, Auntie, I'm afraid my penis will break..." Yue Dao
said in a barely audible voice, his face flushed with humiliation as he lowered his head. At this moment, Yue Dao had already abandoned his dignity in front of his mother,
yearning for her to kick his groin again.
"Haha...so you want to be a slut too, hehe...if your parents find out, they'll beat you to death!" Mom
laughed as she looked at Yue Dao, as if she could see right through him.
Hearing his mother call him a slut, Yue Dao felt even more humiliated, but his swollen genitals reflected his
deepest desires. Yue Dao slowly knelt in front of his mother, burying his head deeply in her stockinged feet,
sniffing them fiercely.
"I want to be Auntie's dog. The first time I came to Auntie's house, I was deeply captivated by Auntie's feet. I even stole
Auntie's stockings to masturbate secretly. I want to kneel at Auntie's feet forever as a lowly dog. Please, Auntie, take
me in!" Yue Dao abandoned his defenses and listened to the voice of his deepest desire,
kneeling humbly at his mother's feet.
His mother was very surprised. Yue Dao actually wanted to be her dog. She had only meant to joke with him, but
he actually wanted to be her dog. His mother thought about it again. This was fine. It saved her from the fear that he wouldn't tell her the truth
, and she didn't have to worry about others finding out about what happened today.
"You can be my dog if you want. I don't know if you can handle it. Take off your pants and put your penis
on the stool." His mother looked at Yue Dao coldly and said in a commanding tone.
Yue Dao listened to his mother's order, humiliatingly taking off his underwear, exposing his lowly penis to his mother's eyes,
kneeling on the ground, and placing his penis on the stool where his mother had just been sitting. Yue Dao, unsure of what his mother would do,
waited anxiously for her "training."
His mother, gazing at Yue Dao's fair and large penis, was slightly lost in thought, imagining
how popular such a young and strong penis would be with women. Now, Yue Dao wanted to offer it to her feet—a ridiculous and despicable thought
. Since Yue Dao wanted to be her dog, she couldn't let him down.
His mother lifted her foot and gently pressed Yue Dao's erect glans onto the stool, rubbing it
.
"Oh...oh...Auntie, you're making me feel so good, oh..." Yue Dao, having already experienced
the teasing of his mother's stockinged feet, felt a tingling sensation spreading from his glans throughout his body, moaning despicably under his mother's feet.
"I'm not just going to make you feel good; I'll give you a little treat first. Later, I'll make you call me 'Grandma,' hehe!" His mother
teased the intoxicated Yue Dao, chuckling.
Mother's stockinged foot began to press down hard, deforming the glans penis, and clear liquid flowed from the urethral opening, soaking Mother
's stockings.
"Look at this stuff, it's so dirty, it's gotten my stockings all dirty, lick it clean for me!"
Mother lifted her stockinged foot and brought it to Yuedao's mouth, squinting her eyes.
Yuedao had already submitted to Mother's feet, opening his mouth to take Mother's stockings in. The slight sweaty smell mixed with
the filth from his glans flowed into Yuedao's mouth, the feeling of humiliation making Yuedao feel incredibly excited. The salty
taste was Yuedao's first sensation upon tasting it, followed by the slight smell of foot sweat wafting from his mouth into his nasal cavity, the mixed
flavors making Yuedao unable to stop. Yuedao licked frantically, Mother's toes occasionally teasing Yuedao's tongue
.
"It's filthy, my stockings are soaked with your saliva, you slut, wash them all clean for me later."
Mother humiliated Yuedao as she took off her stockings.
Chapter Nineteen: The Painful Torture of the Penis
The mother walked behind Yue Dao, grabbed his hands, and wrapped one leg of her stocking around his wrists
twice, tightly binding his hands together. The other stocking leg went through his crotch, passing
between his testicles, and then tightly secured the base of his penis. The mother checked her handiwork; the stocking
was the perfect length. Any movement of Yue Dao's hands would cause his penis to slam against the bench, his testicles
split in the middle by the stocking, turning bright red. The mother was very satisfied. She adjusted the length of the stocking to make it even tighter, pressing his penis
firmly against the bench. The area covered by the stocking was slightly deformed, stretched and bent.
"Hehe, now comes the main event. To keep you from moving around, I had to tie you up!" the mother
giggled, looking at Yue Dao and touching his penis.
"Oh… Auntie, I feel so good, my penis is so swollen, it's about to burst!" Yue Dao said, his eyes glazed over.
Mom thought for a moment and felt it wasn't enough. She worried that if he shouted, the neighbors might hear, so she came up with another
plan.
Mom took off her underwear—a white cotton pair with a pattern. She held
the part of the underwear covering her vulva to Yuedao's nose, letting him smell her strong feminine scent.
Yuedao took a deep breath of the smell of urine and vaginal discharge from Mom's underwear, a look of ecstasy on his face.
Yuedao stuck out his tongue and licked Mom's underwear. The underwear had been covered all day and had just been taken off, so
the smell was incredibly strong. The urine had stained the white underwear slightly yellowish. There wasn't much vaginal discharge, but it was piled up in
the middle of the yellowish area, creating a color difference that made it clearly identifiable as Mom's discharge. There was also...
A clear, viscous liquid—that was Mom's nectar. Seeing Yuedao's filth and depravity, Mom was also aroused.
Yuedao stretched out his tongue to lick the panties, then pulled it back to savor the taste, as if it were a
rare delicacy.
Finally, Yuedao swallowed all the discharge and nectar from Mom's panties, leaving only traces of urine
.
Mom crumpled the panties into a ball and stuffed them into Yuedao's mouth, even shoving them hard down his throat twice, making
Yuedao gag slightly.
Mom looked at her masterpiece kneeling at her feet with satisfaction, chuckled, and took out her phone to record.
"Hehe, you filthy dog, look at the phone. Tell me, are you enjoying it? Look at your dog's penis, it's all red and purple.
Hehe, what a slut!" Mom mocked Yuedao, circling him with the phone,
recording her masterpiece.
With his mother's panties stuffed in his mouth, Yue Dao could only whimper. He nodded vigorously at the camera,
making his mother laugh and curse him as a slut.
After filming, his mother put away her phone and began her training.
She put on high heels, went to the bedroom, and took out a candle and a condom, placing them on the table.
"You slut, now it's your dog slave test. If you want to continue being a dog at my feet, don't move. If you regret it,
stand up, and I'll pretend nothing happened!" His mother's face turned frosty, like winter snow instantly lowering
the temperature in the room. Her eyes shot out a chilling light, as if they might pierce his skin at any moment.
She stared coldly at Yue Dao and spoke icily.
Yue Dao stared at the candle on the table, his eyes wide. Having never experienced training before, he felt that
everything his mother did was reasonable, but the fear in his heart chilled him to the bone. The thought that if he passed the test, he could
remain a dog at his aunt's feet forever, and he wouldn't have to steal his mother's stockings, made
him determined to endure it, no matter how scared he was.
Yuedao raised his head, nodded to his mother, and looked at her with a determined gaze.
"Okay, I like a loyal dog like you. After the training is over, I'll let you have a good time."
His mother's face was flushed with excitement, and she looked at Yuedao with a seductive smile.
As she spoke, she lifted her high heel and gently rubbed the tip of her shoe against Yuedao's glans. The rough
sole rubbed against Yuedao's tender glans, and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body, making Yuedao's legs
tremble slightly.
His mother looked at Yuedao's fully erect penis, which was more than 20 centimeters long. She had never seen such a big penis before
, nor had she ever experienced such a big penis entering her vagina. But now, such a magnificent penis
could only be satisfied under her feet, which made his mother feel inexplicably excited. This feeling was
even more pleasurable than having sex.
"Look at your big cock, so many women would never dream of having it, and now it's shamelessly erect under my shoe.
Tell me, are you cheap or is it cheap?"
Mom looked at Yue Dao mockingly, humiliating his penis and self-esteem, while her foot rubbed harder and harder.
The rough sole of her shoe rubbed against Yue Dao's glans, sending intense pleasure through his body. As Mom pressed harder,
his glans was flattened, causing him a slight pain.
Mom would occasionally poke Yue Dao's urethral opening with her heel, causing him to whimper and pull back, but he would immediately straighten up and
put his penis back in place.
Mom continued to rub Yue Dao's penis with the sole of her shoe, feeling his breathing become increasingly rapid. Mom knew
Yue Dao was about to ejaculate, so she rubbed even faster.
Yue Dao reached his peak, struggling to thrust his penis forward, wanting to receive this exhilarating release.
"Ugh... Ugh..." Yue Dao trembled all over as he reached orgasm, but this time he didn't
enjoy the pleasure of ejaculating like he usually did during masturbation. His mother's stockings were tightly binding his penis,
preventing the ejaculation from being released.
The semen had actually already ejaculated from his testicles, but it was trapped inside the stockings, accumulating inside Yue Dao
's penis and finally being forcefully forced back into his testicles. With each ejaculation, Yue Dao felt
a splitting, throbbing pain in his penis. The more he ejaculated, the more semen accumulated, causing even greater pain.
This pain combined with the pleasure of orgasm was something Yue Dao had never experienced before, and he let out a pitiful whimper like a puppy.
Seeing Yue Dao's pain and pleasure, his mother became even more excited, picking up a slipper from the floor and slapping Yue Dao's penis hard
.
"Is it good, you slut? If it's good, why don't I see any of your filthy fluids coming out? Hmm? Where did it go?
I'll slap it out for you, okay?" Excitement shone in Mom's eyes; this was her queenly
side. Watching her male slave suffer and revel under her abuse was what excited her most.
The slippers lashed out at Yue Dao's penis, creating a rhythmic beauty with his ejaculation, like a beautiful
concerto.
Yue Dao tried to pull back his penis and untie his stockings, but the force only tightened them further, turning
his glans a grape-reddish-purple. He dared not retreat; this was Auntie's test. He had to endure the pain, no matter how great
, to become Auntie's slut, to give everything to Auntie…
Even after the orgasm, his penis remained throbbing, showing no signs of abating. With his mother's underwear stuffed in his mouth
, Yue Dao could only breathe heavily through his nose, his breaths as heavy as a cow's.
The stockings tightly constricted Yue Dao's penis, so it didn't soften during the refractory period and remained erect
on the bench, awaiting the mother's next test. The mother had initially intended
to stimulate his glans hard during the refractory period when it was most sensitive, but then she thought that this was Yue Dao's first time being disciplined, and if he couldn't withstand her
abuse, she would lose this big-dicked slut. The mother knew
what it felt like to stimulate a man's glans during the refractory period; her own son had been trampled until he begged for mercy. Besides, there was plenty of time;
she would have many opportunities to torment Yue Dao later.
Looking at the weak Yue Dao after ejaculation, the mother stopped slapping him, waiting for his glans to recover.
"Next is the final test. I'll use a candle to let your penis experience the feeling of being burned. How about that?"
"Want to continue, hmm?" Mom asked seductively, holding up a candle and leaning close to the weakened Yue Dao.
Chapter Twenty: Struggle and Sinking
Yue Dao endured the throbbing pain in his lower body, looking at Mu Qin's alluring eyes, and quickly nodded
. He had to hold on to this final hurdle no matter what.
"Haha... good, my little dog, you passed the test. You can experience the candle next time. Xiao Feng is coming back soon
!" Mu Qin laughed, then took out a condom and put it on Yue Dao's glans, then untied
the stockings from his penis.
Yue Dao's penis, freed from its restraints, sprang up instantly, and the semen held back inside quickly spurted out, shooting
into the condom. Yue Dao's penis throbbed, as if he had orgasmed, and he couldn't help but let out
a groan of pleasure.
Mu Qin removed the stockings from Yue Dao's body, packed her things, and went to the bedroom to change clothes. Yue Dao collapsed
to the ground with a sigh of relief.
"What have I done? How could I do this? I..." Yue Dao looked at the underwear he had pulled from his mouth
, buried his head between his knees, and lowered his head in anguish.
Mu Qin came out wearing a new pair of underwear and stockings. Seeing Yue Dao's depressed mood, she didn't know how to
talk to him, so she went straight to the sofa next to him and sat down with her legs crossed.
The atmosphere became awkward. Her son's friend had been reduced to a lowly dog in front of her. How was she going to face
him in the future? Should she let him continue to be a dog or tell him to forget everything that happened today? Mu Qin fell into deep thought.
"What are you doing? Put away your dog penis. Aren't you ashamed to leave it hanging in front of your auntie?" Mu Qin lifted her foot and lightly
kicked Yue Dao's large penis that was dangling on the ground, teasing him, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"I am Auntie's dog. Everything I have belongs to Auntie. What's shameful about me in front of Auntie?"
Yue Dao raised his head, his eyes were a little red and swollen, and he said to his mother in a defiant tone.
Yue Dao was filled with immense sorrow. His first time had been given to his brother's mother, and only her
feet at that. The humiliation and shame lingered in his mind, fueling a resentment towards Mu Qin.
How could she treat him like this, making him lick her filthy panties, stepping on his genitals, and uttering insulting
words? What he found most shameful was that he had actually experienced pleasure and shamefully ejaculated. Therefore, Mu Qin's
flippant words easily triggered a powerful backlash from his suppressed pride, overwhelming
him with rage. He instinctively retaliated.
"Heh, I gave you a choice. You weren't sure. If you regret it, then get up,
put on your pants, and go home. I'll forget about today!" Mu Qin coldly stared at Yue Dao. Her words enraged a
queen who had always viewed men as dogs. The icy gaze clashed fiercely with Yue Dao's pride
.
The air was thick with tension, and Mu Qin's powerful aura oppressed every inch of the room. Her icy gaze
cut into Yue Dao's newly raised pride like a knife. Yue Dao felt a chill; a wave of humiliation crashed
against his heart, suffocating him. Slowly, Yue Dao lowered his head. He felt breathless, avoiding
his mother's sharp, piercing gaze, his inner voice screaming, "Give up! You're worthless. Auntie gave you
the chance to be a dog, something you've always longed for. Why cling to that ridiculous pride? Before Auntie, you're
a dog, a lowly dog groveling at her feet!"
Yue Dao's resistance was brutally crushed by Mu Qin. He remained silent, head bowed.
"Look up, look at me. Do you want to be a human or my dog?" Mu Qin used her foot to lift Yue Dao's head, forcing him
to meet her gaze. She wanted to obliterate Yue Dao's dignity and personality, because she was the queen, the master of men. She only
wanted obedience to her dogs, not to a person with dignity and thought!
"I...I...I want to be Auntie's dog..." Yue Dao stammered, feeling his whole body relax, all
the pressure disappearing. Perhaps this was the pleasure of indulgence, making one addicted and falling into demonic ways.
"Alright, put your pants back on, I have something to ask you!" Mu Qin's anger
subsided slightly as she watched Yue Dao submit, and she withdrew her feet clad in sheer stockings.
"Yes...Mom...Mom!" Yue Dao now felt that his aunt was so charming and proud, like an
untouchable goddess, and subconsciously called her "Mom.
" "Hehe, you called me Mom, fine, I'll take you as my son!" Mu Qin
laughed when she heard Yue Dao call her "Mom," looking at him teasingly.
Yue Dao put on his pants, knelt in front of Mu Qin, and stared at her stockinged feet.
"Thank you for taking me in, Mom..." Yue Dao said shyly, his head bowed.
"Now you should tell me about Xiaofeng and Xue Qian's relationship, right? Hmm? Little puppy!" Mu Qin
looked at Yue Dao with a smile that hadn't faded, offering her stockinged feet to Yue Dao's chest and gently rubbing them against his chest.
"Xue Qian is Xiaofeng's girlfriend, they've been together for half a year!" Yue Dao massaged Mu Qin's stockinged feet
without hesitation.
"Nothing special? Like, have they slept together, or has she bullied Xiaofeng?" Mu Qin's
pretty eyebrows furrowed, whether from Yue Dao's too much pressure or from thinking about something troubling.
"No, Xue Qian is very good to Xiaofeng. Last time on Xiaofeng's birthday, because Chen Ju liked Xiaofeng, Xue Qian gave him
a good beating!" Yue Dao didn't know why Mu Qin was asking this, so he truthfully told her everything he knew.
Mu Qin leaned back on the sofa, her arms crossed over her chest, lost in thought.
Mu Qin was worried about Xue Qian because she saw a queenly quality in her, like
seeing one's own kind among a group of different creatures. She knew that with a little guidance, Xue Qian would definitely become a qualified
queen. Hearing that her son was dating a woman who would one day become queen sent
a chill down Mu Qin's spine. She didn't directly ask her son, because doing so would backfire. Her son probably
hadn't discovered Xue Qian's secret yet, and she had already made him submit to her, or rather,
taken him under her wing. Mu Qin was now very troubled. Her son would one day leave her,
and who would protect her son who was caught in this tormented relationship? Perhaps Xue Qian wasn't so bad after all. It seemed she needed to properly train
her future daughter-in-law!
I was walking to Aunt Zhang's house. The street was bustling with people, and elderly men and women
were dancing loudly to outdated music by the roadside.
I wondered why my mother had asked me to get her clothes; it was clearly a way to get rid of me. Why?
What was she going to do with Yue Dao? I couldn't find the answer. I ignored the noise on the street and slowly walked to the foot of Aunt Zhang's building
.
Aunt Zhang's name was Zhang Xiaofei, and her husband's name was Wu Gang. I knew from my mother that Uncle Wu also liked to have his mother
's wife, Aunt Zhang, play BDSM games with her, and I had even shamefully swallowed Uncle Wu's semen. So, standing at the foot of their building, I stared blankly
at this tall building in the wealthy neighborhood, unsure how to face them.
"Knock knock... knock knock knock..." I knocked on Aunt Zhang's door, and Uncle Wu came out.
"Hey, Xiaofeng, what brings you to my house so late? Come in and sit down!" Uncle Wu was happy to see me
, after all, he and my mother had played BDSM games together.
"Is that Xiaofeng? Are you here to get your mother's clothes? Come in quickly!" Aunt Zhang came out of the bathroom
, wearing flesh-colored thin stockings and a cute, oversized nightgown, and greeted me happily
.
Her white thighs approached me, and my attention was completely drawn to them. Aunt Zhang's legs
were slightly thicker than my mother's, but fuller, and her feet looked to be size 38, clattering
on the floor in cute cartoon slippers.
"You brat, what are you looking at? Haven't you had enough of looking at your mother at home?" Aunt Zhang noticed
my sly glances at her legs and scolded with a smile.
"Hehe, the Muqin family's child has grown up!" Strangely, Uncle Wu wasn't angry; he even reached out and patted
my head, laughing heartily.
After entering the house and sitting down, I felt a little reserved. After all, it wasn't my own home, and Aunt Zhang and my mother
were clearly the same kind of people. Out of reverence for the queen, I was very respectful to Aunt Zhang.
Aunt Zhang went into the bedroom to get my clothes, while Uncle Wu and I chatted idly on the sofa. Looking around
Aunt Zhang's new house, I noticed the luxurious decor. I noticed the bathroom was right next to the hallway leading from the living room to the bedroom, and
my fetishistic tendencies resurfaced. Seeing Aunt Zhang still searching for clothes in the bedroom, and Uncle Wu leaning back on the sofa
watching TV, I thought I could check the bathroom; maybe I'd find something unexpected.
"Uncle Wu, where's your bathroom? I need to use it," I asked, getting up.
"It's right there in the hallway. Be careful, it's slippery. The plumbing seems to be faulty; the floor is all wet. The door
also seems broken; it'll need fixing sometime," Uncle Wu said, gesturing towards the bathroom
.
"Thank you, Uncle Wu," I said, getting up and walking towards the bathroom, quickly closing the door. My heart was pounding.
Sniffing someone else's underwear in their home was incredibly exciting; I was already itching
to do it even before I started searching for their private parts.
I looked around the bathroom but didn't see Aunt Zhang's dirty clothes. Time was running out, and I started to panic. I
headed into the bathroom. I noticed a washing machine next to the toilet and wondered if I'd left it there. Sure enough
, I opened the washing machine and found a huge pile of dirty clothes, some belonging to Uncle Wu and some to Aunt Zhang. I quickly started searching
. Finally, I found a pair of pink lace-trimmed panties. I quickly picked them up, ready to enjoy their sweet
scent.
"Hey, Mu Qin's clothes are missing one. Wu Gang, did you put it in the washing machine?"
Aunt Zhang came out of the bedroom, turned back to Uncle Wu, and asked, but didn't stop walking, heading straight into the bathroom.
I was startled, remembering Uncle Wu saying the bathroom door was broken. I quickly closed the washing machine door,
forgetting in my haste that I was still holding Aunt Zhang's panties.
The bathroom door opened.
"Hey, wife, Xiaofeng's in the bathroom!" Uncle Wu saw Zhang Xiaofei enter the bathroom and
called out to her.
Aunt Zhang was startled and turned around. I took the opportunity to stuff my underwear into my pants pocket.
"N-nothing...it's okay, Aunt Zhang, I'm ready, you can come in." I was sweating profusely, my heart was
pounding, and I was speaking haltingly.
Aunt Zhang turned around and saw me standing neatly dressed next to the washing machine. She looked at me with some suspicion.
"Oh, the bathroom door is broken. I couldn't find your mother's clothes in the bedroom. I'll check if
they're in the washing machine." Although Aunt Zhang was suspicious, she didn't think much of it and walked over to me to open the washing machine.
My heart was about to jump out of my chest. I thought, "Please don't let her find out that a pair of underwear is missing, or my reputation
will be ruined!"
Aunt Zhang opened the washing machine and was stunned for a moment, but then continued searching. I breathed a sigh of relief
. It seemed that Aunt Zhang hadn't noticed.
I walked out of the bathroom and let Aunt Zhang search in the bathroom herself, standing there to avoid arousing her suspicion.
In my panic, I didn't expect that the clothes in the washing machine had been rummaged through and were very messy. Aunt Zhang
noticed the problem the moment she opened the washing machine, but for some reason, she didn't say anything.
Chapter Twenty-One: Conspiracy and Whirlpool
Aunt Zhang found my mother's clothes, packed them in a plastic bag, and sat down next to me.
"Xiaofeng, how's your studying going lately?" Aunt Zhang leaned lazily against
the sofa, her hand supporting her pretty face, one hand resting on her thigh. Her pajamas were short, and this seductive posture
exposed the top of her thighs to my view.
I knew Aunt Zhang was promiscuous, but I never expected her to flirt with me so openly in front of her husband
. I'd never seen anything like it before. I glanced at Aunt Zhang's thighs, then turned my head to stare at the TV,
not daring to blink.
"Uh... it's... it's alright, I'm just so-so, haha!" I replied absentmindedly, slightly embarrassed
.
"Ahem, Xiaofeng, you're in your final year of high school, so work hard! Your mother is hoping you get good grades. If you fail,
she might give you a beating!" Uncle Wu spoke up, as if reminding Aunt Zhang to be mindful of her behavior, deliberately coughing
twice.
"I understand, Uncle Wu. There's nothing I can do; my grades are just like this. If my mom scolds me, I'll have to run away."
"I'm taking refuge at Uncle's house!" I joked with Uncle Wu, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"Okay, okay, Auntie will definitely protect you well!" Aunt Zhang immediately replied, putting her feet
on the edge of the table in front of me. Her pajamas could no longer cover her legs, and I could clearly see that she wasn't wearing
underwear, her snow-white, flat abdomen perfectly exposed to my view. "Don't look, don't look,
" I thought to myself. But I couldn't look away, because I discovered that Aunt Zhang had no pubic hair. I thought I was seeing things
, or maybe her stockings were too thick. I stared at her carefully for a couple of seconds. "She definitely doesn't have any!" I said to myself, certain.
Staring at Aunt Zhang's genitals, I was lost in thought. "How could she not have any? Did she cut it off? No way,
there's not a trace of it being cut off. She must have shaved it off, otherwise it wouldn't be so clean..." My mind wandered
.
"Little brat, peeking at your auntie, you naughty boy!" Aunt Zhang was clearly pleased with her seduction, reaching
for her pajamas, but the fabric was pressed against her body and couldn't cover her up properly, making the attempt to conceal herself even more alluring.
"Alright, Xiaofeng, hurry home, it's getting late, your mother will worry!" Uncle Wu stood up and said in a low voice.
"Oh, yes, I have to go home now, I'll come again next time, Aunt Zhang, Uncle Wu, I'll be going now." Looking
at Uncle Wu's gloomy face, I was terrified. Aunt Zhang had gone too far, how could she
do this in front of her husband? I quickly got up to say goodbye.
"I'll see you out, Xiaofeng." Aunt Zhang didn't say anything, getting up to open the door for me.
"Aunt Zhang, you go back now, I'll be going now."
"Xiaofeng, come visit often!" Aunt Zhang said to me, looking at me with seductive eyes.
Just as I was about to close the door, Aunt Zhang poked her head out and whispered in my ear, "Xiaofeng, I moved a few days ago
, I'm exhausted, and the toilet pipe is broken. I haven't washed myself for seven days, hehe, have a good smell
, and remember to return it to me, hehe!"
The door was already closed, and I stood outside, dumbfounded. Aunt Zhang had found me! My mind went blank,
and I fled in panic!
"What are you doing? Mu Qin will regret it if she finds out you seduced her precious son!" Seeing me leave
, Wu Gang immediately yelled at Zhang Xiaofei.
"Xiaofeng stole my underwear!"
"What did you say?"
"I said Xiaofeng stole my underwear that I've worn for seven days!" Aunt Zhang slumped onto the sofa triumphantly, her face
flushed with excitement. "How could he steal your underwear? Does he like…?" Wu Gang was shocked and stared at Zhang 　　Xiaofei
in disbelief . 　　"Hehe, men are all sluts. I really want Mu Qin to know what kind of expression her son will have when he smells my dirty panties 　　, hahaha!" Zhang Xiaofei put her legs up on the table, imagining me sniffing her panties, and she actually 　　got aroused. Her right hand slipped inside her stockings, kneading her wet vulva. 　　"Don't let Mu Qin find out, or we'll both be in big trouble!" Wu Gang watched his wife's lewd 　　masturbation, and his own penis gradually became erect. 　　"Didn't you think she wasn't ruthless enough to us? This is a chance, you know. Let her son be my dog, I 　　think Mu Qin will be very angry, hehe!" Zhang Xiaofei's hand kneading her clitoris faster and faster, her face flushed with a sickly 　　red, and her eyes shone with excitement. 　　Wu Gang was moved by Zhang Xiaofei's words, and he also reached out and rubbed his penis through his pants, as if longing 　　for something. 　　"Hmm...come on, baby, lick it for me. There's no semen inside today, so just make do, 　　hmm...hmm..." 　　Wu Gang knelt between Zhang Xiaofei's legs, slowly removing her stockings, looking at her vulva, which Mu Qin had shaved 　　clean. Zhang Xiaofei's hands were covered in vaginal fluid, reflecting a lewd light; her fingers were still sticky with 　　white discharge from her vagina, and milky white mucus covered her entire labia. Wu Gang smelled the scent that excited him, 　　a strong, pungent odor, and took her hand in his mouth, licking it like a baby. 　　"Hmm...hmm...I really want to taste Sister Mu Qin's holy water, don't you, husband..." 　　Lewd moans echoed in the room; the unspeakable act was underway, and I, unknowingly, was drawn into this 　　obscene conspiracy. Completely unaware of everything, I was excitedly heading home, 　　my hand tightly gripping Aunt Zhang's smelly underwear in my pocket. 　　I didn't go home immediately; instead, I ran into an internet cafe downstairs and headed for the restroom. 　　Trembling, I took out Aunt Zhang's panties. I'd been clutching them the whole way, and they were now slightly damp. My heart pounded 　　, and my breathing was rapid. These were the panties I'd been dreaming of. Seven days without washing them—oh my god, what would they 　　smell like? I eagerly opened the panties. Pink panties, a pale yellow bow in 　　the center, and pale yellow lace around the edges. I squeezed the part of the panties covering my vulva; it felt hard, as 　　if the grime had solidified. I held it to my nose through the fabric—the stench of urine was overwhelming, almost 　　pungent. To me, this was heavenly fragrance, the stench of urine mixed with this decadent smell, 　　the grime from the vagina fermenting and decaying on the panties, emitting an irresistible aroma. I couldn't wait any longer. I 　　turned the panties inside out, and finally, I saw what was inside. A thick layer of a mixture of vaginal discharge and vaginal fluid 　　covered the crotch of the panties. I imagined Aunt Zhang living like this, her vagina constantly secreting 　　this discharge, the foul-smelling vaginal fluid from intercourse, and the residual urine from urination all accumulating in this small area. 　　My penis shamefully hardened. A large patch of vaginal grime adhered to the bottom of the panties, drying and forming 　　cracks, with a round ball piling up at the vaginal opening. What an addictive pair of panties! I 　　held the dried, hard lump to my nose, inhaling deeply. The sour, vinegar-like smell mixed with 　　the odor of Aunt Zhang's urine filled my nostrils—the fermented smell of Aunt Zhang's discharge and urine. Vaginal fluid 　　is normally odorless, but after days of fermentation with the discharge and urine, a heavy, pungent odor seemed to be extracted 　　, making the panties even more fishy and pungent. 　　I couldn't resist anymore. Looking at the disheveled underwear, I imagined Aunt Zhang taking off her underwear and seeing herself...

Would I feel ashamed or disgusted by the underwear? What would Aunt Zhang's vagina look like at this moment?
Would there be discharge clinging to her labia, stuck in the folds of her labia? I imagined this, and put the hard lump on the underwear
into my mouth. It melted instantly in my mouth, that was my first reaction. The lump touched my tongue, and I felt it was slippery.
Aunt Zhang's vaginal waste dissolved in my mouth. The salty taste traveled from the tip of my tongue to my brain. This was Aunt Zhang
's discharge, urine, and vaginal fluid. My brain reacted instantly, sending a surge of hormones that made me even more frantic. I didn't bite
off the lump because I wanted to keep this super-smelly underwear forever. I gently held it in my mouth, the dissolved mixture filling my mouth. The fishy smell traveled from my mouth to my nose, and the thick filth clung 　　to my throat
like glue , the taste lingering for a long time.
I pulled out my penis and started masturbating rapidly. Unlike usual, I didn't
put it in the dirtiest part of my underwear; I was afraid of defiling this pair of underwear from hell—it was so
perfect and delicious.
The salty, sour taste lingered in my mouth, like a light kiss on this aunt's dirty little hole. The strong,
pungent smell of urine filled my nostrils. I frantically licked and masturbated. Finally, I carefully bit off the hard
lump on the edge of the underwear and held it in my mouth, pressing the underwear to my nose. My breath was filled with the smell of this aunt's urine, stimulating my
nasal passages. A wave of
pleasure instantly swept through my body. My legs trembled, and my semen shot out like a high-pressure water gun, slamming hard
against the wall.
"Who's in the toilet? Why aren't you out? Are you masturbating?" A woman
's voice rang out from outside the toilet door, anxious and angry.
I couldn't stay any longer. I quickly pulled up my pants and left the toilet. A red-haired punk glared at me
, then turned and rushed back into the toilet.
"You pervert, you're really masturbating! Why don't you masturbate in front of me? I'll make you cum all over your balls,
ptooey!" The young delinquent saw the semen on the door as she entered and cursed fiercely.
I heard the sound of running water from the toilet, knowing she was urinating. Hearing her insulting words, my limp penis
actually became erect again. I could think about it, but I wasn't about to masturbate in front of a strange woman
. I hurriedly ran out of the internet cafe.
It was already dark. Walking on the dimly lit path, the streetlights
cast dappled black spots on the roadside trees. My heart was as dark and anxious as the scene. Aunt Zhang knew I had taken
her underwear. I didn't dare think about the consequences. She was probably thinking about how disgusting I looked licking her filthy underwear, definitely
laughing at me and insulting me. My stomach churned, and my mouth was full of the smell of urine and fish.
After ejaculating, the underwear felt so disgusting. But I couldn't bear to throw it away. To me, even a woman's
worn underwear is priceless. Ordinary people will never understand the mind of a fetishist. Let me just
go down this path!
Chapter Twenty-Two: Mother's Guidance
Holding my mother's clothes, I quickly walked home. I'd spent too much time at the internet cafe and was afraid my mother would suspect
something. Aunt Zhang's underwear was tucked into my pocket, my hand occasionally squeezing it, savoring its fishy
smell.
"Mom, I'm home. Your clothes," I called out, opening the door and changing into slippers.
"Put them in my bedroom, I'll wash them later," my mother said, washing dishes in the kitchen. It
was already ten o'clock when I got home. Yue Dao was already asleep in my bed; I'd have to sleep in the other bedroom tonight.
I went to the second bedroom, tidied up, and prepared to wash my feet and go to sleep. My mother came out of the kitchen.
"Come to the bedroom with me, Xiaofeng!" my mother called, heading straight for the bedroom.
Was my mother going to discipline me again? I walked towards my mother's bedroom with anticipation.
My mother sat on the edge of the bed and patted the bedside next to me, gesturing for me to sit down. Thinking of my mother's discipline, my lower body
stirred slightly. I walked to the bed and sat down.
"Mom's asking you, are you dating Xue Qian?" My mother leaned against the headboard, smiling at me.
Had my mother sent me away to ask Yue Dao? I dared not lie and honestly told her.
"Yes, Mom, I was wrong, I…" I answered my mother nervously.
"You're already eighteen, not a child anymore. At this time of year in high school, you need to focus your energy on your studies.
You won't listen to anything I say now, but I'm telling you that after graduation, you can do whatever you want. Now, concentrate on your studies. Xue Qian
has good grades, and the best outcome is if you both get into the same university, understand?" my mother said earnestly
.
At that time, I didn't know that my mother already considered Xue Qian as her future daughter-in-law,
the successor to continue leading me out of the abyss of sadomasochistic love. But the ending is often not as beautiful as imagined. In the future, I would experience
things even more unacceptable than my mother's discipline.
Night had fallen, and the occasional whoosh of cars speeding through the street and the loud arguments of couples downstairs drifted in from outside the window. I
was talking to my mother, expressing my love for Xue Qian, my admiration for her, and my
confusion about my current state.
"Mom, am I a pervert? Why do I like women's underwear, and the dirtier the better?"
"Silly boy, it's all my fault for not talking to you about sex before, which made you curious about sex
and eventually became abnormal. When you get married and experience normal sex, you'll change. Don't
worry!" My mother smiled, looking at me and patting my head.
But a hint of worry on my face betrayed the insincerity in her words, and I silently lowered my head.
"Mom, I want to smell your underwear..." The desire within me inexplicably
resurfaced during our conversation.
The atmosphere was silent. As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it. Yue Dao was still at home; how could I say
such a thing?
"Go close the door!" My mother's face was expressionless; I couldn't tell what she was thinking.
After closing the door, I knelt at her feet, yearning for her discipline.
My mother leaned against the headboard, extending her smooth, silk-stockinged foot, slowly raising it until it covered my face.
I greedily inhaled the scent; there wasn't a strong smell, just a faint odor of sweat and the slight stench of her feet stimulating my senses. I...
I don't know why Mom's feet were so clean today, but that light scent and the smooth softness of her stockings
rubbing against my face was incredibly alluring. Mom's other foot stepped on my crotch, gently rubbing
my penis. Through my underwear, I felt a pleasurable friction on my penis, and I couldn't wait to pull down my pants,
wanting Mom's foot to be completely on my penis.
"You filthy dog, today I'll show you what discipline is. Bring me your dog penis, let me see. I
've raised you for eighteen years, let's see what you've become!" Mom had also entered her queenly role, her queenly aura
radiating from her.
I felt incredibly ashamed, my genitals exposed to Mom's eyes, and for her to examine so closely,
but a strange excitement had overwhelmed me.
I stood up, completely exposing my penis to Mom's view. Mom looked closely, a
seductive look in her eyes. She reached out and pinched my glans with two fingers, examining it closely.
"Tch, your dog's penis is so ugly, and it doesn't even have a foreskin! It's disgusting!" Mom humiliated my penis
, her face full of disgust.
Watching Mom examine my penis and utter such insults, my penis swelled even more.
Mom slowly pulled back my foreskin, exposing the glans to the air. A cool sensation stimulated my glans,
sending waves of pleasure through my body, and I let out a lewd moan.
"Mmm... Mom... my dog's penis is so small... what should I do... mmm..."
"Hehe... then it'll only be for me to torture. Your little penis isn't worthy of entering a woman's vagina!"
Mom looked at me mockingly, continuing to insult my self-esteem.
"Mmm... Mom, torture it as much as you want. My penis belongs to Mom, Mom can step on it every day
..." I said even more lewdly.
Mom laughed at my lewd words. After pulling back my foreskin, she rubbed
my tender glans with her hand, occasionally poking my urethral opening with her finger. I felt my legs go weak and I was almost unsteady
on my feet. A strong stimulation surged through my genitals. My mother rubbed my glans harder and harder,
the tender skin wrinkling under her touch. She continued rubbing in the opposite direction, until the glans turned slightly purple. She
no longer limited herself to rubbing with her hands; sometimes she would lightly scrape it with her fingernails. I immediately trembled all over, as if electrocuted.
"You're so shameless. Look at your dog-like penis, it's already spitting out water. A little penis like yours is only good
for massaging women's feet, for their amusement, hehe," my mother said, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she continued rubbing and
uttering insults.
I felt I was about to ejaculate when my mother suddenly poked my urethra with her index finger. The intense pain abruptly
stopped my ejaculation.
"Ah…it hurts…ah…" I screamed, my waist jerking back, trying to escape my mother's cruel
hand. But she gripped my penis tightly, preventing me from retreating, forcibly stretching it several
centimeters. My mother's hand was too forceful, squeezing my glans until it swelled even more, the urethral opening wide. Her fingers were already
partially inside. Watching this horrifying scene, I begged for mercy repeatedly.
"Mom, no... what are you doing? It'll break... it really hurts..." Seeing my
urethral opening forcibly stretched by my mother's fingers, my penis being squeezed violently, fear and intense pain made me cry out
for mercy.
"What are you yelling about? If you can't even handle this little pain, how can you be a woman's plaything? Shut up!" My mother gripped
my penis tightly, staring at me with cold eyes, and hissed.
I dared not scream again, but the pain and fear made my legs tremble uncontrollably.
My mother slowly extended her fingers from my urethra, giving me a sense of relief, and pleasure returned.
My mother put her hand inside her underwear, touched her vagina, and then took it out; her fingers were covered in
glistening fluid. My mother inserted her fingers into my urethra again; the urethra was already stretched wide. With my mother's lubrication,
I didn't feel the pain I felt last time, but the foreign object entering my urethra still
terrified me.
My mother moved in and out of my urethra, going in about two centimeters before stopping. Her fingers stretched my urethra
, and then she slid out. The feeling of fullness and emptiness kept coming from my penis, which actually gave me pleasure.
I felt like a woman, being penetrated by my mother.
My mother was also excited, and she reached into her own vagina with her other hand, stimulating herself. Her eyes were languid, and she made
soft moans.
I was almost ejaculating again, but my mother stopped thrusting and led me
to the bed.
I lay on the bed, and my mother stood in front of me. From below, I could see that she was wearing orange
panties under her stockings. My mother took off her stockings and covered my penis with them, then took off her panties and straddled my
head. I saw my mother's pink vagina above my head, like beautiful flower petals spraying dew. My mother
slowly squatted down, her vulva getting closer and closer to my face. I could clearly see that her labia were covered in vaginal fluid, and
through the cleft, I could see patches of white discharge covering her beautiful vaginal opening. Her slightly protruding
clitoris was glistening with vaginal fluid. My mother sat on my face with her back to me, her vulva sealing my mouth,
her pink anus pressed against my nose. I felt her vulva continuously gushing vaginal fluid into my mouth, and I
could smell the slightly smelly scent of her anus. My lower body was covered by her stockings.
My mother raised her leg and pressed her entire body weight onto my face. I felt a little short of breath, and my mouth kept
sucking on her vulva, like a baby washing itself with her sweet milk, making "smacking"
sounds. With every breath, I could smell her slightly open anus.
My mother let out a soft moan on my face, her raised leg clamping my penis, and she began to stroke it, her hands
caressing her breasts. As my mother swayed her head on my head, her pink vulva opened completely. My tongue
slipped into her vagina, licking her cervix and vaginal fluids. My nose seemed to want to enter her
anus, as her opening and closing repeatedly teased my nose.
My mother was giving me a footjob, and waves of pleasure washed over my entire body. My mouth, licking her vulva, became even more...
The speed!
Chapter Twenty-Three: Foot Fetish and Toilet Slave
My mother's beautiful feet clamped my penis, her toes wrapping around my glans
, making a "rustling" sound as they moved up and down. My penis swayed up and down under my mother's feet.
Suddenly, my mother reached out and grabbed my penis, pressing it between her toes. Then, she kicked down hard,
forcing my glans through her toes. I felt like my glans was about to be rubbed raw by her toes. Her toes were tightly
clamped around my sensitive coronal sulcus, and she began to pull her foot out again. My glans passed through my mother's narrow toes again
, turning my tender glans purple. Without any lubrication, my glans
went in and out between my mother's toes, the intense pleasure shooting straight to my brain. I moaned under my mother's buttocks, the intense
pleasure making my whole body tremble and my breathing rapid.
"Mmm... stick your tongue out, insert it inside, quickly... mmm..." My mother's juices smeared my
face as she uttered intoxicating words.
I stretched out my tongue and burrowed into my mother's cunt. The fishy smell of her discharge and vaginal fluid excited me even more, and
my nose was filled with the stench of her buttocks.
My mother changed her approach. With one hand, she straightened my penis, and with the other, she picked up the underwear on the bed.
She pressed the dirtiest part of the underwear hard against my glans. The underwear was covered in my mother's vaginal fluid and discharge,
and it felt slippery and sticky against my glans. My mother began to rub the underwear against my glans, the lubricated cotton underwear
rubbing rapidly against my glans. I felt an unparalleled pleasure, my penis covered in slippery vaginal fluid.
My mother wrapped the dirtiest part of the underwear around my glans, the sticky discharge mixed with the clear vaginal fluid covering
my glans. Then she held it in her hand and began to rotate it, every part of my glans receiving intense friction from the underwear.
I felt like I was going to heaven; the feeling was just too good.
"You slut, does it feel good, hmm?" My mother looked at my penis and said seductively.
I was so comfortable I couldn't speak, only whimpering, licking my mother's vulva even more frequently,
grateful to her.
Her hands rubbed faster and faster, and I felt my glans burning. She used more and more force, the circles widening
, as if trying to squeeze all the vaginal fluid and discharge into my urethra, to merge it into my body. My dilated urethra
was filled with her dirty secretions; I could even feel it scraping all the grime from her panties into
my urethra, causing a slight swelling. Her discharge and vaginal fluid seemed to melt into my soul
, forever carrying the scent of her genitals. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly stopped
, pulled down her panties, and began sucking my penis hard, her tongue circling the burning glans.
I ejaculated; the semen in my scrotum gushed out wildly under her sucking, thick streams of semen
gushing out violently. I felt like I was about to collapse. A large amount of semen was being sucked out by my mother, and the unprecedented pleasure made my whole
body convulse, my mind blank. "Am I going to die from my mother's sucking? Is my mother a demon who sucks men's yang energy
? If so, then let me die under my mother's buttocks!" The intense pleasure made me dizzy,
my mind wandering wildly.
Finally, I ejaculated, and I felt like my testicles were almost sucked out by my mother. My mother's vagina had already
left my mouth. I saw my mother standing on the bed, her mouth bulging, looking at me mockingly, with
semen still spilling from the corners of her mouth.
My mother slowly squatted down, holding my chin with her hand, and pried my mouth open.
A stream of white liquid flowed from my mother's mouth, foaming as it flowed into my mouth. I reacted and desperately
tried to struggle, but my mother held my mouth tightly, forcibly opening it. I could see my own
vile fluid mixing with my mother's saliva, flowing down in a long strand, the milky white semen and clear saliva
mixing as it flowed into my mouth.
"Swallow it! It's got my saliva in it, so hurry up and kowtow!" Mom spat a mouthful of semen into my mouth,
watching it flow and coat my tongue, and sneered.
My mouth was forced open by Mom, and I could only swallow my own vile semen, making
gurgling sounds in my throat. It was the first time I had swallowed my own semen, and the fishy, foul smell made me nauseous, but seeing Mom's
cold face, my subservience resurfaced. I swallowed my own semen to please Mom, even
sticking my tongue out to show her the semen, like an AV actress.
"Haha, you filthy dog, is it good? There'll be more good stuff for you later!" Mom laughed at my lewd actions
, continuing to make me open my mouth, spitting all the semen from her mouth into mine, until
only Mom's saliva remained.
"You lowly dog, serve me well, and I'll give you something good to eat later. If you make me uncomfortable, I'll crush your
little cunt, you hear me!" Mom straddled my head, positioning her vulva against my mouth again,
speaking coldly and arrogantly.
I was being sat on by Mom, my mouth pressed tightly against her vulva, her urethra against my nose,
a strong stench of urine filling my nostrils. I had nowhere to hide; every breath I took smelled of Mom's urine,
mixed with the unique stench of her vagina. My penis, limp from Mom's sucking, became erect again.
Mom grabbed my hair with both hands, rubbing her lower body heavily between my nose and mouth, all her weight
pressing down on my head. Looking at my mother, so high and mighty, I felt how noble she was, and I
felt incredibly honored to be able to serve her. I was just Mom's dog, only able to
offer my penis for her to play with, only able to lick her filthy vulva. The feeling of humiliation and degrading made me want to disappear,
after all, this was my mother. But it was precisely this fact that made me feel even more humiliated and excited.
"Mmm...mmm...you lowly dog, it feels so good, Master. Your tongue is really useful. I can't use my dog's penis to serve you, but my
tongue is alright. Who told you to be born with a little penis, hehe!" Mom continued to sit
on my head like a knight, her lower body flowing with more fluid. The fishy smell of her vaginal fluid deeply stimulated my soul.
At this moment, I wanted to give everything to Mom, as long as she could be satisfied.
Mom's speed increased, and with each upward clamping of her vulva against my nose, I could feel the tender flesh inside.
The throbbing of her vagina. Her vaginal fluids flowed into my nostrils, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
"Mmm...mmm...you filthy dog, your master is coming. Stick out your tongue and lick my vulva. Your master didn't
bathe, so I saved it especially for you. Lick clean the vaginal fluids and discharge inside, and swallow it all...mmm..."
Mom moaned, repeatedly calling me a filthy dog, humiliating me, her vaginal fluids flowing more and more. The discharge clinging to her labia was
scraped off by my lips and face, rubbing against Mom's vaginal fluids. Mom's clear vaginal fluids mixed with the discharge, rubbing together to form
a milky white liquid, frothy, with a fishy smell. I swallowed it all, the fishy
taste filling my mouth.
Mom let out a mournful cry above my head, her lower body pressed tightly against my mouth. My tongue plunged deep into
Mom's vulva, churning incessantly. A particularly strong-smelling liquid flowed down my tongue into my mouth
. I knew Mom had orgasmed, and I breathed a sigh of relief; my tongue could still bring Mom to orgasm.
Mom, savoring the afterglow of her climax, looked down at me, a lowly man, swallowing the fluid flowing from her vulva, and
chuckled.
"You little slut, swallow it all! I love seeing you like this. Let your master
breastfeed you!" Mom said coquettishly.
I didn't understand what Mom meant by breastfeeding, and continued licking Mom's vulva, clitoris, and urethra, tidying
her messy pubic hair.
When I licked Mom's urethra, a salty liquid flowed into my mouth. This was Mom's urine;
Mom was going to urinate in my mouth, using my mouth as a toilet, I thought in shock. But without
hesitation, I pressed my mouth against Mom's urethra, yearning for Mom's holy water.
"You little dog, open your mouth wide. This is Mom's urine. Catch it properly, don't spill it on the bed, okay?"
Mom adjusted her position, kneeling on my head, her urethra tightly inserted into my mouth.
"Mmm..." Mom let out a seductive moan, her body trembling slightly. Her urethra parted slightly, and
a thin stream of urine, like a spring, flowed into my mouth. Mom knew it was my first time tasting holy water, so she slowed down
her release.
The salty urine flowed into my mouth, and I swallowed it, the pungent smell mixed with an indescribable fishy taste filling my
entire oral cavity. I felt nauseous, thinking that this was what Mom should have excreted into the toilet, the unwanted
waste from her body. The nausea made swallowing very difficult, and some urine entered my trachea, causing me
to cough violently. Mom's urine, which should have been in the toilet, was now being poured into my mouth, using my mouth as
a toilet. The pungent smell of urine mixed with the wanton feminine scent of Mom after her orgasm intensified my submissiveness
. I endured the nausea and coughing, opened my mouth, and blocked Mom's urethra, not wanting to waste a single drop.
After swallowing a few mouthfuls, the nausea gradually disappeared. The strong stench of urine now smelled like my mother's vaginal
discharge, carrying the alluring scent of a mature woman. Seeing that I was gradually getting used to it, my mother increased
the force of her urination, and I felt like I was being pounded in the mouth by a faucet. I swallowed desperately, like an
infant suckling at its mother's breast, my Adam's apple bobbing rapidly. The air was filled with the strong
smell of my mother's urine; there was so much urine, I felt my stomach growing larger and larger. All of my mother's foul-smelling urine
flowed into my stomach; I had become my mother's toilet.
Humiliation mixed with pleasure made me finally swallow every last drop of my mother's urine. My mother didn't lift her vulva
, but continued to rub it against my mouth.
Chapter Twenty-Four: Xue Qian's Path of Torture (Part 1)
Autumn here is always warm and gentle, making it hard to feel the crispness of autumn. A cool autumn breeze
gently caresses the sparse potted plants on the balcony. These evergreen leaves tremble slightly, whether amused by the autumn wind
or mocking me, a lowly dog in the house.
My mother's genitals, dripping with urine, continue to rub against my mouth. The room is filled with the
seductive, mature woman's scent emanating from my mother's genitals.
"You lowly dog, is it tasty? Mommy is feeding you milk!"
I mumbled under my mother's buttocks. "Good...good...tasty...I like everything Mommy
...!"
Hearing my filthy words, my mother felt a strange excitement and gasped, "Then help Mommy clean
up this filth properly, hmm..."
I cleaned my mother's urine-drenched vulva, and gradually felt my mother becoming aroused again. A
clear liquid flowed from her vulva, exuding a mixture of urine and lewd fragrance.
My mother climaxed again in my mouth, sitting limply on my head, her entire weight pressing down on
me, suffocating my nose and mouth. The air inside me gradually ran out, my face flushed red, and
I let out muffled whimpers, my hands gripping my mother's slender waist, trying to lift her body.
My mother reacted, slowly sitting up against the headboard, looking at me panting heavily, and said coquettishly, " You
're so useless. You can't even hold back anymore. How will you serve me in the future?"
The suffocation left my mind blank; all I could think about was breathing, breathing, and more breathing. After a while, I finally came to my senses
, looking at my mother's flushed face, and said, "This lowly slave is useless. This lowly slave will practice harder from now on. Master, please don't be angry."
My mother chuckled, looking at my pathetic state and teasingly said, "Alright, you lowly dog, go to the toilet
to wash up and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow!"
Looking at the time, it was already past eleven. I got up, answered my mother, and prepared to go to the toilet to wash up.
"Invite Xue Qian to our house next time. Didn't she say she wanted to come for dinner? Mom will make something nice for her."
I was slightly startled when I heard my mother's voice as I reached the door. I thought, "What's going on? Is she going to accept her son as a
daughter-in-law?" I thought this, but dared not say it aloud. I turned around and replied, "Okay, I
'll talk to her about it tomorrow!" It was late at night, pitch black outside the window. Lying in bed, I felt a profound peace and tranquility, 　　the earlier lewdness and humiliation
gone . I thought about what my relationship with my mother was—master and slave? How could my mother be my master? 　　I shook my head, dismissing this absurd thought, but a sense of anticipation and longing arose within me. 　　Why did my mother want to see Xue Qian? I couldn't understand it, and I didn't want to think about it. I took out Aunt Zhang's smelly underwear and fantasized about this…

What does Aunt Zhang's vagina look like right now? Is it as filthy as it appears on her underwear, with vaginal discharge and urine covering her labia
, emitting a disgusting stench? Her underwear can no longer contain her wantonness; the smell
of urine mixed with vaginal discharge seeps out, forcing everyone around to breathe in the stench of her vagina. I hold the filthy part of the underwear
to my nose, and hang the two pant legs over my ears like a mask on my face.
Every breath I take is cleansed by the underwear, filled with Aunt Zhang's incredibly sour and pungent urine
smell. I want to smell Aunt Zhang's vagina all the time; the smell of urine and the fermented sourness of vaginal discharge fills my
body, and gradually I sink into a dream.
Time flies, and November has passed in the blink of an eye, and I've welcomed my vacation. Winter vacation arrives
as scheduled, and Xue Qian decides to visit my home during the winter break. This is the first lesson my mother taught Xue Qian, and it also opens
the half-closed door to sadomasochism in Xue Qian's heart. During
the second week of winter vacation, Xue Qian came to my house, but my mother didn't eat at home. Instead, she decided to
visit Aunt Zhang. Xue Qian had no choice but to go with her mother to Aunt Zhang's new house.
Autumn gradually departed, and winter quietly arrived. People enjoying the coolness of autumn hadn't even had time to change into their winter
clothes before the weather became bitterly cold. People didn't feel the transition between autumn and winter. It was as if one day,
the god who ruled autumn left this place without any farewell, heading to the next
place that needed autumn to arrive, continuing his unchanging work for thousands of years. The god of winter quietly took over this peaceful place,
replacing all traces of the god of autumn upon taking office, and coldness filled every corner of the streets.
Xue Qian felt very cold. She didn't notice the sudden change in weather when she went out. She wore a light purple silk
knee-length skirt. The icy wind penetrated Xue Qian's clothes, playfully caressing her fair skin, raising
goosebumps. Her cheeks flushed slightly, as if scolding the rudeness of the cold wind.
When Xue Qian arrived at my house, my mother noticed she was dressed too thinly, so she found a black women's jacket and
draped it over Xue Qian's delicate shoulders. The matching outfit made Xue Qian, who was already wearing makeup, look even more glamorous and alluring
.
It was almost noon, and my mother and Xue Qian were chatting in the living room, occasionally bursting into laughter, which made
me, who was washing up, a little distracted. Seeing that I wasn't ready yet, my mother urged me, "Xiaofeng,
aren't you ready yet? We need to leave. Aunt Zhang is waiting for us at home. Hurry up, don't
dawdle like a girl!"
With toothpaste foam in my mouth, I mumbled a reply, "Coming, coming, almost done!"
Finally, I was all dressed up and went out with my mother and Xue Qian. The weather was getting colder, so I put on a coat. Casual
clothes didn't look bad on my fairly tall frame; at least I didn't look awkward walking next to my mother and Xue Qian, two
beauties of different ages.
When we arrived at Aunt Zhang's house by taxi, Aunt Zhang and Uncle Wu rushed out to greet us, as if welcoming a queen.
Xue Qian felt slightly puzzled by the overly enthusiastic young couple.
Uncle Wu found slippers for my mother and personally helped her take off her shoes and put them on, almost kneeling down to kiss her
feet. Xue Qian and I, standing nearby, exchanged bewildered glances, feeling this was incredibly strange.
Uncle Wu then took out another pair of shoes for Xue Qian to change into. Startled, she quickly took off her own shoes, took
the slippers from Uncle Wu's hand, and put them on herself. Of course, I didn't receive such treatment; a pair of slippers were left in front of me, implying
I had to change myself.
Aunt Zhang stood to the side, observing me with a half-smile. I lowered my head in shame. Aunt Zhang's
underwear was still under my pillow; I fell asleep smelling it every night. In front of Aunt Zhang, the owner of those underwear
, I felt utterly humiliated. I treated this disgusting pair of underwear like a treasure, wearing it on
my face every day, and waking up in the morning I could smell the stench of a woman's genitals on my face.
Feeling Aunt Zhang's gaze, I forced myself to greet her, "Hello, Aunt Zhang, thank you for troubling you again!"
"Not at all, as long as you're satisfied with Aunt Zhang's things, that's all that matters, hehe!" Aunt Zhang said with a smile.
Hearing her words, my heart jumped into my throat. She was actually implying in front of my mother and girlfriend that
I had taken her things—wasn't this going to make me lose face? I secretly glanced at my mother and Xue Qian, and saw
them looking at me and Aunt Zhang with suspicious eyes, definitely suspecting that I had taken
something from Aunt Zhang. My mother's gaze was particularly piercing, as if she had already guessed something; her cold gaze
made my hair stand on end. I carefully changed my shoes, afraid that my mother would ask what it was
, and what Xue Qian would think of me then. I couldn't believe it, and secretly blamed Aunt Zhang for exposing my secret.
Upon entering the house, the meal was already prepared. We sat down at the table to eat. During the meal, Uncle Wu kept
putting food on Mom and Xue Qian's plates, and Aunt Zhang, unusually, even put food on my plate. I could feel Xue Qian's
increasingly strange and suspicious gaze towards me. Mom looked at Aunt Zhang with a serious expression, a slight anger brewing within her
.
After the meal, Uncle Wu was busy clearing the dishes. Xue Qian wanted to help, but Uncle Wu stopped her.
Unable to persuade him, Xue Qian gave up and sat on the sofa to watch TV.
Mom rose from her seat, her graceful figure now radiating coldness. Long-simmering anger and suspicion were
gradually emanating from her, filling the room with a slight chill. I didn't know if it was the winter cold or Mom's queen-like
aura affecting the atmosphere of the entire house.
Mom went straight to Aunt Zhang's bedroom, which was extremely impolite for a guest.
However, Aunt Zhang didn't seem angry and got up to follow Mom to the bedroom. Uncle Wu watched the two beautiful figures
walk towards the bedroom, a look of envy and longing appearing in his eyes. Xue Qian and I exchanged a glance, confused. This
strange behavior made us uneasy. I vaguely guessed something, but I dared not imagine it
; such an outcome was too shocking. Could it be that Mom was Aunt Zhang and Uncle Wu's master...?
Chapter Twenty-Five: Xue Qian's Tortured Love Path (Part 2)
There were no weather vanes spinning in the wind on the wasteland, no siren's song from the depths of the ocean, no spatial isolation.
At the San Andreas Fault Line, there was no sound of world destruction. Occasionally, an unknown bird would fly past the window
, solitary across the sky, tracing a perfect arc, its throat emitting a mournful cry, as if searching
for a long-lost mate. The television played a melodramatic soap opera, its poignant and beautiful plot now
unnoticed. The lonely sound of the television made the already silent room seem unusually
quiet. We were all waiting, waiting for two beautiful figures to emerge from the bedroom. Perhaps I was waiting for
an answer I couldn't believe, while Uncle Wu was waiting to enter the bedroom and take his wife's
place. Xue Qian was only curious and confused; her innocence hadn't yet encountered such taboo matters.
Time passed slowly, and finally the bedroom door opened. My mother emerged, her face frosty, glaring at me fiercely before walking silently to my side. Her slender hand swiftly reached down 　　and pinched
my waist hard .
My brows furrowed in pain as I looked into my mother's eyes
, cold as a blast of ice from the Pacific Ocean. My heart pounded, and I dared not resist, lowering my head in shame.
Aunt Zhang followed my mother out of the bedroom, her hair slightly disheveled,
tears blurring her beautiful eyeliner, and a clear handprint visible on her face.
Aunt Zhang, still tearful, sat down next to her husband. Uncle Wu, seeing his wife's disheveled state, dared not say anything, knowing
this had touched a nerve with my mother. He stole a glance at her, receiving a piercing
glare in return.
Xue Qian was utterly speechless. She vaguely sensed that her mother had disciplined Aunt Zhang, but what
puzzled her was that none of us voiced our doubts. It was as if it were perfectly normal, and we sat quietly,
feeling like outsiders, completely unaware of the situation.
My mother spoke, her voice cold and authoritative, "Xiaofeng, go home and return Aunt Zhang's things to
her, hurry up!" She commanded me.
I felt a chill coursing through my body, the biting cold freezing my blood, making it
difficult to breathe. The icy chill stung my skin, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin
. Hearing my mother's words, I knew Aunt Zhang had told her everything. I quickly got up
and fled like a startled rabbit. As I passed Xue Qian, she gently grabbed my
hand, wanting to come back with me. I dared not let Xue Qian know about my despicable actions, so I told her to wait for
me and then ran out of Aunt Zhang's house like the wind.
The air in the house became watery, suffocatingly oppressive. Xue Qian stood awkwardly in place,
secretly resenting me for leaving her there alone.
"Xue Qian, come sit next to me, I have something to tell you!" Mom watched me walk out the door, then turned
to Xue Qian and said.
Xue Qian was a little stunned by her mother's imposing manner and didn't dare to disobey. She sat down next to her mother and asked疑惑地
问道, "Auntie, what is it?"
Mom looked at Xue Qian with a serious expression and said, "The first time I met you, I knew you and I were the same kind of people. I'm like a queen in front of other men, and of course, that includes a few women. They're 　　like dogs
in front of me . They revere me and are happy to let me control everything about them. For example, Zhang Xiaofei 　　and her man Wu Gang are like that. So today, I brought you here to see 　　how a noble woman controls her dog." 　　Xue Qian was stunned by her mother's words, staring wide-eyed at her mother, her body trembling slightly, 　　whether from fear or the excitement brought on by the awakening of a longing buried deep within her. 　　Aunt Zhang and Uncle Wu sat on another sofa with their heads down, their expressions unseen. Their faces were only slightly flushed, 　　but it was clear they were extremely embarrassed. Their shameful affair had been 　　discovered by a beautiful girl five or six years their junior, and the shame made them silently lower their heads. 　　Xue Qian's heart pounded like a startled deer on the Siberian plains, her delicate heart pounding violently 　　, trying to calm the intense rush of blood from excitement. 　　Xue Qian's face was flushed, and her voice changed slightly as she said, "Auntie, I don't know what you're talking about, what 　　dog, what queen..." 　　Her mother chuckled at Xue Qian's flushed face, then turned to the Zhang and Wu couple sitting on the sofa with a mocking smile, 　　saying, "You two sluts, come kneel down properly! Your master is going to discipline you for my daughter-in-law 　　to see!" 　　Xue Qian was a little embarrassed by her mother calling her "daughter-in-law," her hands fidgeting nervously, but 　　she was immediately shocked by what she saw. Xue Qian stared wide-eyed at the unbelievable scene before her. 　　Hearing her mother's summons, Aunt Zhang and Uncle Wu respectfully knelt at her feet, bowing their heads and calling out in unison 　　, "This servant greets our two mistresses!" 　　Xue Qian had never seen such a scene before. Seeing her elders kneeling before her, she quickly rose, but 　　her mother reached out and pulled her back, smiling at her and saying, "It's alright, just sit and watch, treat it like a game. 　　Isn't this the kind of addictive entertainment that's needed in a mundane life?" After saying that, her mother turned to 　　Aunt Zhang and Uncle Wu kneeling at her feet and said, "Stocking Slave, come here and let Mistress Xue ride you. She hasn't toured your 　　house yet, carry her and let her take a good look around!" 　　Stocking Slave was what her mother called Wu Gang. Her mother liked to call Wu Gang Stocking Slave when she was training him because 　　Wu Gang loved her stockinged feet the most. Every time her mother came in, Wu Gang would take a good sniff of the smell of her stockinged feet after she took off her shoes 　　, until her mother impatiently kicked him away. 　　Wu Gang crawled to Xue Qian's feet, burying his head in her stockinged feet, inhaling deeply 　　the sweet scent of a young girl mixed with the slight smell of sweat from a day's walk. With his head down to facilitate Xue Qian's riding, he slurred 　　, "Please, Master Xue, take a seat. This stockinged slave will show you around my humble abode." 　　Xue Qian was as if paralyzed by a high-voltage electric shock, her mind blank. She stared blankly at 　　Wu Gang kneeling at her feet, inhaling her slightly sweaty stockinged feet, unsure what to do, standing motionless for a long time 　　.

Seeing Xue Qian's hesitation and shock, her mother got up and helped her onto Wu Gang's back. Xue Qian now
resembled a novice horse rider, sitting on Wu Gang's back with her feet off the ground and her entire weight pressing down on the
man beneath her. She gripped Wu Gang's shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into his back,
her nails leaving deep indentations as if they were about to sink into his skin.
Wu Gang carried Xue Qian towards his bedroom, with his mother also sitting on Zhang Xiaofei's back,
slowly crawling behind him.
Xue Qian was very nervous. She didn't know if the man beneath her would throw her off. After all, he was a
person with a sense of dignity. She didn't know if riding him like a horse would offend his pride
and cause him to throw her to the ground in anger, even though he had agreed and pleaded for it.
Humans, as thinking and feeling beings, are inherently capricious. Because she was wearing a short skirt and stockings, Xue
Qian felt her buttocks pressed tightly against Wu Gang's back. She could even feel the slight warmth emanating from his back and
the lubrication flowing from her vagina, whether from sweat or excitement, making her lower body feel slightly wet.
Wu Gang slowly crawled through his house. The girl on his back wasn't heavy, so he didn't feel any strain,
only a slight stinging sensation from his knees rubbing against the ground. His wife behind him was in a much worse state. He
had always done the riding part himself, and now it was her first time being ridden; he wondered if she could handle it.
Wu Gang and Zhang Xiaofei carried their two masters through the entire house, finally reaching their bedroom, the
place where they often trained Mu Qin. Their inner desires had guided them there.
Xue Qian got off Wu Gang's back. The area where Wu Gang's back had been pressed against Xue Qian's vagina
, heated by the previous contact, was steaming with sweat and lubrication in the cold room. Seeing the white smoke, Mom teased Xue Qian,
"What? Little girl, you're excited, aren't you? Look how wet you are! Take off your underwear, aren't you
uncomfortable?"
Hearing her mother's teasing words and seeing her own vaginal fluid evaporate and turn into white smoke upon cooling, Xue Qian was mortified. She protested
, "Auntie, you're laughing at me! It's just sweat, not some dirty stuff! It's disgusting!" With that,
she buried her head in the blankets on the large bed in the bedroom, like an ostrich, refusing to look up.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Xue Qian's Path of Torture (Part Two)
I ran for a long time, finally stopping by a telephone pole on the side of the street. Leaning against the pole, I gasped for breath
. The sudden drop in air caused my exhaled breath to condense quickly into white mist, swirling around in front of my mouth.
The strenuous physical activity made my body heat up, but my heart felt as cold as a Siberian winter. My
rapidly beating heart was chilled, the cold spreading through my veins like thorns crawling across my chest, each beat accompanied
by a piercing pain that seemed to penetrate my very soul. I couldn't bear to imagine this unbearable situation. Before my mother, I felt like a rabbit stripped naked
, my ugly body and base soul completely exposed to her cold gaze, her icy eyes piercing
through everything. My dignity, my personhood, was riddled with holes under her gaze. I just wanted to run, to escape
this oppressive and humiliating place, or perhaps to escape my mother's contemptuous eyes.
The sun shone at a thirty-degree angle through Aunt Zhang's bedroom window, finally casting a soft glow
on the shy, alluring woman on the bed, her black leather jacket gleaming white. Kneeling beside the bed, Wu Gang felt
as if time had stood still, frozen in this early winter afternoon and the captivating allure of the woman so shyly reclining on the bed.
"Xue Qian, what's there to be ashamed of? The stocking-clad slave must be tired too. Aren't you going to reward him?" The mother smiled
at Xue Qian.
Wu Gang, head bowed, stared at the beautiful feet that were pressed together in nervous shyness, imagining their scent.
His lowly soul was deeply subdued by the owner of those feet, making him afraid to look up at this noble and beautiful
young woman.
Zhang Xiaofei, having put down her mother, collapsed to the ground, exhausted from the short journey.
But hearing her mother's words of reward, she excitedly turned and knelt respectfully at her mother's feet.
Xue Qian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her mother with confusion, wondering what the reward was.
The mother smiled slightly at the confused Xue Qian and began to take off her stockings, throwing them to Zhang Xiaofei kneeling beside her. Zhang Xiaofei opened her mouth, took the stockings, and sniffed them intensely, her eyes 　　filled with a greedy, longing light
as she looked at her mother's fair feet. 　　Xue Qian understood, and shyly took off her stockings. The soft sunlight from the window shone on her bare 　　feet, casting a pale golden glow. The faint 　　veins on her fair skin were visible, and her neatly arranged toes, like steps, were unpainted—everything was so natural 　　and flawless. 　　Xue Qian held her stockings in her hand; the toes were a slightly darker color than the rest of 　　her feet, slightly damp from the friction of the day. Looking at these stockings, which carried the shy, sweaty smell of her own, 　　Xue Qian hesitated, unsure whether to give them to Wu Gang, who was kneeling at her feet. Out of feminine shyness, the fact that her most private 　　garments were completely exposed to a strange man made her feel both excited and embarrassed. 　　"Please, Master, reward this servant!" Wu Gang pleaded dramatically, kneeling on the ground, his eyes fixed on 　　the stockings in Xue Qian's hand, his lower body erect. 　　A strange excitement surged within Xue Qian, her blood rushing and pounding in her chest, 　　filling her heart with an intense heat that made it increasingly difficult to breathe. The burning blood flushed her face, and 　　signals of excitement surged through her spine to her brain. Processed by her brain, these signals transformed into an even stronger desire that traveled to the nerve 　　endings. Xue Qian's hands trembled slightly, and her skin flushed. A pair of stockings, soaked with the sweat from the girl's feet, 　　flew in an arc from Xue Qian's trembling hand, landing lightly on Wu Gang's face. 　　Wu Gang was too excited to speak. The stockings, saturated with the strong estrogen from Xue Qian's feet, were right on his nose 　　. The stench of sweat mixed with a slightly sour smell flowed into Wu Gang's lungs, while the girl's fragrance stimulated his blood 　　. Wu Gang's body trembled slightly. No one in the room spoke. Mu Qin, watching the excited Xue Qian suddenly...

It all became meaningless. What would become of a girl who should be in the prime of her life after receiving her distorted education
? Was what she did right or wrong? Mu Qin had no answers in her heart. She was very confused.
Nothing in the room could arouse her interest in the slightest. But things had already come to this point. For the sake of her son, this
was the only way. Thinking of this, Mu Qin's lips curled into a slightly contemptuous sneer as usual.
The sky outside the window darkened, and a strong, cold wind carried withered yellow leaves from the books, swirling
and tumbling erratically. The leaves slammed against the closed window with a thud
before falling vertically. In mid-air, they seemed like playful birds feigning death, continuing to dance and leap with the force of the wind
. It seemed the weather was about to change…
Xue Qian had never felt such excitement before, not even when a boy confessed to her for the first time in middle school.
Her initial fear had vanished with the sight of Wu Gang's groveling manner. Looking at
Wu Gang kneeling at her feet, smelling the sour, stinking stockings she had just taken off, Xue Qian felt hot. A warm current, like
ants, coursed through her body, finally reaching her lower body. The burning sensation caused her vagina
to secrete fluid; Xue Qian could feel her panties were soaked, and a feeling of emptiness and itchiness filled her
vagina. Xue Qian desperately wanted it, but having never experienced love between a man and a woman before, she didn't want to
give her virginity to a lowly and unfamiliar man. In her heart, her first time was definitely with Xiaofeng, that
slightly roguish but masculine young man.
Mu Qin lifted her foot and stepped on Zhang Xiaofei's head, pressing her head to the ground. Her pretty face
was squeezed hard against the ground by the force of the back of her head. Mu Qin increased the pressure, her gloomy mood needing to be vented with more cruel torture
. Zhang Xiaofei's nose was off-center, but her mouth was still tightly holding Mu Qin's stockings.
The riding she had just endured had left Zhang Xiaofei exhausted, her forehead covered in sweat, and her face smeared with dust from the ground, making her look
utterly disheveled.
"I guess..." Mu Qin bent down, looking at Zhang Xiaofei with a mocking and disdainful gaze, concentrating her entire weight
on her foot pressing down on Zhang Xiaofei's head. "Do you want to strip naked and wait for your master's discipline now...?"
Zhang Xiaofei, her head being squeezed hard, nodded with difficulty, trying to turn her head so that Mu Qin could see
the desire in her eyes. Zhang Xiaofei was extremely shocked. In the past, Mu Qin's discipline was just like a game; there would never
be such frivolous words, nor such a strong queenly stomping. Perhaps she had really angered
Mu Qin, allowing her to abuse her so recklessly. But this kind of discipline made Zhang Xiaofei feel incredibly
satisfied. Deep down, this was exactly the kind of formal discipline she had been longing for. If she could just die under Mu Qin's feet,
she probably wouldn't hesitate at all!
Mu Qin slowly released her foot, watching mockingly as Zhang Xiaofei got up from the ground, like a dog carrying
her stockings and looking at her with longing.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take off your clothes!" Mu Qin snapped.
Zhang Xiaofei glanced at Xue Qian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed excitedly watching her husband. She hesitated; after all,
it was their first meeting. The thought of undressing in front of a strange woman made Zhang Xiaofei feel incredibly ashamed,
but Mu Qin's firm, gentle rebuke prevented her from pausing. "Yes...yes, Master!"
Zhang Xiaofei's figure was undeniably excellent; her flawless skin glowed with a pale, rosy light under the lamplight, and
her high, firm breasts stood erect, their pink nipples perked up. Clearly, she was also captivated by the moment.
Xue Qian looked at Zhang Xiaofei kneeling before Mu Qin, a slight jealousy creeping into her. Her
breasts were a whole size smaller than Zhang Xiaofei's. The thought that her own figure couldn't compare to a woman who looked like a dog
fueled her anger, and she began to plot how to punish this beautiful woman.
A gloomy sky enveloped the small riverside town. The sun had disappeared, and a biting wind whipped
up fallen leaves, making them tumble and swirl. People, sensing impending rain, had already taken shelter in their homes, leaving the streets desolate and forlorn.
With Aunt Zhang's underwear tucked into my pocket, I hurried towards her house. The biting wind seeped through the gaps in
my clothes, as if trying to implant a chilling cold into my heart. I shivered,
feeling a strange chill in my heart, a sense that something was about to happen. I quickened my pace…
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Anger, Shock! (Part 1)
The temperature outside was very low. The dark sky blocked the sun's warm rays, and dappled sunlight
shone dimly through the clouds onto the windows of the house, as if the end of the world had arrived.
The room was already heated. Zhang Xiaofei lay on the floor, her hands and feet tightly bound by Mu Qin's stockings,
her mouth filled with her mother's panties. Like a pitiful little dog about to be slaughtered, she curled up on the ground, whimpering pitifully
.
"Bitch, is your master binding you well?" Mu Qin half-squatted on the ground, looking at Zhang Xiaofei on the floor with a mocking tone.
Zhang Xiaofei could only nod and whimper with the panties in her mouth. Wu Gang knelt in front of Xue Qian, watching his
wife being abused like a dog by Mu Qin, but instead of feeling angry, his genitals shamelessly became even more erect.
Xue Qian was gradually getting into the swing of things. Glancing sideways at Wu Gang's pathetic state, she kicked him
to the ground. "You slut, enjoying this? That's your wife! Take off your pants, I'm going to give you a good beating!"
Wu Gang was thrown to the ground with a thud, his head hitting the wooden floor. Hearing Xue Qian
's words, he didn't even feel the pain in his head. He quickly got up and started pulling down his pants, muttering obsequiously,
"Thank you for your grace, Master. Thank you for your grace, Master."
Xue Qian chuckled at Wu Gang's comical movements. She had been worried that his brain might
be damaged, but now, seeing his obsequious behavior, she realized her worries were completely unnecessary. Such a lowly
dog needed to be treated harshly; that way, he would be more obedient and worshipful. This was
a thought that suddenly popped into Xue Qian's mind. She was now beginning to understand the core of discipline, and it had to be said,
she was indeed an excellent candidate for queen.
Wu Gang, having taken off his pants, exposed his large genitals to Xue Qian, his pink glans standing erect.
Wu Gang's penis was very attractive, which was his pride and joy. His wife had praised it more than once, saying it
was beautiful, though not the biggest she'd ever seen, but certainly more attractive than others. The thought of his wife comparing
his penis to other men's made Wu Gang's base soul tremble uncontrollably; a burning
desire surged in his genitals, causing him extreme discomfort.
Xue Qian, seeing something she'd never seen before, now naked and exposed before her, shamelessly
awaiting her ravaging and defilement, blushed with excitement.
"You lowly dog, crawl over here, let me see what your dog penis looks like!"
Wu Gang knelt on the ground and slowly crawled towards Xue Qian, his erect penis swaying from side to side as he reached
her feet, proudly displaying its erection. Xue Qian carefully observed Wu Gang's penis, imagining whether Xiao Feng's
genitals looked similar; it didn't seem too ugly. Xue Qian and Xiao Feng had been dating for over two years,
but their relationship had only progressed to kissing and holding hands; they had never had any physical contact.
Therefore, she was extremely curious about what a man's genitals looked like. Thinking about her first time with Xiao Feng, Xue
Qian felt a sudden heat rising in her genitals.
Wu Gang, basking in Xue Qian's admiring gaze, was very confident in his penis. Back in the army
, when his unit organized circumcisions, he had chosen the most expensive Korean-style cosmetic circumcision, spending
two months' salary during his military service. He believed no woman would dislike such a penis. Just as Wu Gang
was showing off his feathers like a rooster, "Smack!" Xue Qian's hand slapped his penis
. His penis was erect, almost at a 90-degree angle. Xue Qian's slap landed squarely on
the glans, and excruciating pain quickly spread throughout Wu Gang's body. "Ah...ah..." Wu Gang clutched his penis,
doubled over in pain, and let out screams.
"Serves you right for being so smug! What's so great about that? Just looking at you makes me angry. I'll beat you to death!" Xue Qian
was furious at Wu Gang's smugness. A man exposing his penis to a girl several years younger than him without feeling ashamed, and even gloating over it, was a complete pervert. Naturally, she 　　couldn't be lenient
with such a pervert . 　　Wu Gang felt as if his penis was about to break; his erect penis was forcefully bent in the middle, and 　　the intense friction between his hand and the glans made his legs go weak. Now, he resembled a defeated rooster, clutching his genitals 　　and drooping his head, awaiting his master's punishment. 　　"Master, I was wrong! Please punish me severely!" 　　Xue Qian couldn't believe her ears upon hearing Wu Gang's words. Looking at the pained Wu Gang, Xue Qian knew 　　she had truly hurt him. She hadn't expected him to ask for punishment again. Xue Qian looked at Wu 　　Gang and asked suspiciously, "How do you want me to punish you?" 　　Wu Gang removed his hand from his penis; the glans was now bright red and even harder than before. 　　With his head down, his expression unreadable, Wu Gang whispered, "Please continue to punish my lowly penis, Master. Even if you 　　want to cut it off, I won't refuse!" 　　Wu Gang raised his head, his eyes widening with a determined light, a sickly blush spreading across his face. Wu Gang now only 　　wanted Xue Qian to further ravage him, even if it meant ruining his penis in her hands. He craved 　　this cruel torture, his penis subservient to a woman's feet, for her pleasure, offering everything 　　to his master. 　　Xue Qian stared at Wu Gang in astonishment. She had never seen anyone humiliate herself like this, making her cut off his penis 　　—the very foundation of a man's pleasure. At this moment, she felt lost. Was this all just a game, 　　or was it a psychological distortion born from societal pressures, a way for people to express their 　　deepest desires through her? Xue Qian felt like she was entering another world, where everyone was 　　different, including Xiaofeng's mother. This terrified her. She wanted to escape, but deep down she 　　genuinely enjoyed this feeling of superiority, craving the sight of men groaning in pain at her feet. Xue Qian 　　suddenly realized she might be one of those people. 　　Fear and confusion overwhelmed Xue Qian. Reason told her she had to leave, forget everything that had happened 　　, but instinct drove her to continue. On one side was temptation, on the other, threat. On one side, heaven; on the other 　　, hell. The saying that light and darkness coexist is not without reason, and now it was starkly 　　before Xue Qian. If she wanted to experience both pain and pleasure, she might as well go to heaven and then hell. Whether 　　she could come out alive was beyond her control. 　　Xue Qian trembled as she reached out and grasped Wu Gang's penis, then squeezed, her thumb pressing down hard on the glans 　　. The engorged glans turned white from the pressure, and the erect penis bent. 　　"Oh...ah...um..." Wu Gang cried out in pain and pleasure under Xue Qian's cruel kneading, 　　his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his flesh without him feeling a thing. 　　Mu Qin looked at Xue Qian in surprise. She hadn't expected Xue Qian to learn so quickly. Before she had even formally 　　begun training her, Xue Qian seemed to have taught herself and started training Wu Gang first. 　　Women all have a competitive spirit. For example, two equally beautiful women shopping will buy 　　more things than if they went shopping alone. Another example is the simple yet complex relationship between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. 　　Mu Qin now felt she was outdated. Modern women were different from those of the past; they inherently 　　possessed a desire to control others. With just a little catalyst, this desire would 　　erupt like a chemical reaction. As a queen, Mu Qin couldn't tolerate being surpassed. She wanted to show her daughter-in-law what 　　true discipline was, what the true meaning of being a queen was. 　　I felt very cold; my thin coat was billowing in the wind. The people hurrying along the street 　　, like myself, heads down, hands in their pockets, shoulders hunched, rushing home. "This damn weather is awful," 　　I cursed inwardly. The cold wind cleared my head, and I began to reflect on myself. 　　How could someone with such a sordid habit be worthy of the pure and noble Xue Qian? If she discovered my vices, I'd probably collapse.

I dare not imagine what the ending would be, or perhaps I simply cannot accept the ending of separating from Xue Qian.
In this city before me, every day unfolds the same routine of meeting and parting. Will these beautiful encounters ultimately
pass us by again, only to meet again someday, exchange a smile, and then drift apart once more? Do lovers, as
described in books, who meet and part, eventually reunite in heaven? If so, would we no longer
grieve for losing them now, feeling no heartache, no regret, and could every step we take from now on be so
powerful and unstoppable?
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Anger, Shock! (Part 2)
Xue Qian was now immersed in this unparalleled pleasure, holding the man's manhood in her hand, like a queen
controlling the fate of this lowly man before her. This feeling of control excited her immensely; she
kneaded it forcefully, as if wanting to crush this beautiful toy.
Wu Gang trembled uncontrollably as Xue Qian's hand completely enveloped his glans, rotating and
squeezing it. The rapid friction between her dry hand and his tender glans made him feel as if the skin on his glans was about
to break, but he didn't resist. This feeling of pain and pleasure coexisting filled his lowly soul with unprecedented
satisfaction. Xue Qian bent over,
focusing intently on rubbing Wu Gang's glans. Feeling tired, she changed positions. Xue Qian
pushed Wu Gang, "You lowly dog, lie down, your master is tired." Wu Gang obediently lay down on the ground. Xue Qian lifted her foot
and rubbed it back and forth on Wu Gang's face. Wu Gang stuck out his tongue and licked her foot. Xue Qian felt her foot was very itchy,
like when her family dog greeted her warmly when she came home as a child and frantically licked her feet to please her .
The tingling sensation came from the soles of her feet, and Xue Qian couldn't help but want to pull away. At this moment, Wu Gang reached out and hugged Xue Qian's foot,
pinning it to his face. He then gently licked it, his tongue moving from the sole to the toes, then slipping
in and out between them. A salty taste flowed from Wu Gang's tongue into his mouth; it was
the sweat from Xue Qian's feet, carrying the slightly sour smell of a young girl after exercise, making Wu Gang's lower body feel like it was about to explode.
Meanwhile, Mu Qin removed the panties from Zhang Xiaofei's mouth, kneeling on her head. Her vulva, glistening with the faint scent
of urine, pressed tightly against her mouth, the beautiful clitoris opening and closing with the pleasure of being licked. Zhang Xiaofei
tilted her head back, trying to leave some room for her nose to breathe. Her tongue rolled and stirred on Mu Qin's clitoris,
her vaginal fluid mixed with saliva sliding from the corners of her mouth like an overflowing vase, eagerly accepting the pungent
scent of Mu Qin's lower body.
Mu Qin let out muffled groans, her lower body beginning to sway rhythmically back and forth. Her face
revealed a hint of lust; she was aroused. Perhaps it was her first time trying to
discipline a woman she didn't know well, but Mu Qin felt both shy and an unprecedented sense of indulgence. As Zhang Xiaofei's tongue continued
to lick, Mu Qin felt her legs tremble slightly; she was nearing orgasm. She grabbed
Zhang Xiaofei's hair, lifted her head off the ground, and the unique stench of urine and vaginal
fluid filled her nostrils, further stimulating her desire. A tingling
sensation spread throughout Mu Qin's body, and she let out a satisfied sigh. Mu Qin had orgasmed, then collapsed onto Zhang Xiaofei, her vagina opening
and closing, secreting more vaginal fluid.
As Mu Qin sat on her face, Zhang Xiaofei picked up her stockings and rubbed them against her own vulva. The swollen clitoris
hissed as it rubbed against the slippery stockings. Each rub sent shivers of pain through her sensitive clitoris, making her
tremble all over. Yet, it was this pain that brought her immense pleasure. Zhang Xiaofei sensed that
Mu Qin was about to climax, and her own breathing space was shrinking. The white fluid flowing from Mu Qin's vulva, mixed
with urine, had a slightly bitter taste. This was the residue that had settled in the noble queen's vagina, but to Zhang Xiaofei, it was surprisingly
delicious. She sucked on the slightly urinous vulva with the same eagerness and devotion as a child suckling at its mother's breast
.
The scene in the room was far too lewd. The dim yellow light seemed to avoid this unbearable sight,
casting long shadows on the cold floor. Because of loneliness, there was revelry. The light shone on Xue Qian's back,
making her fair skin glow with a golden light. A noble and elegant aura emanated from this young girl.
The light seemed to penetrate her very soul with its decadent beauty. In the shadows, Wu Gang seemed to see a sacred and
pure goddess, or perhaps a seductive and fallen witch, awakening the true nature of her soul, while he knelt before this
girl like a scene from a fairy tale.
Xue Qian looked at Wu Gang at her feet, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction. The man's depravity had opened
another door in her heart. Was it heaven or hell behind that door? What did it matter? She enjoyed this feeling of being in control,
even if it led to an abyss. "I am the queen! I fear nothing!"
Xue Qian slowly increased the pressure of her feet and began to rub herself. Wu Gang's face, now unrecognizable,
swayed with her movements. Wu Gang reached out and began rapidly stroking his penis, the purplish glans on the
verge of eruption. Suddenly, a foot slammed down on his erect penis, sending a sharp pain through Wu
Gang's entire body. "Ah! Ahhh! I was wrong, Queen, ahhh!!!" The intense pain made Wu Gang
cry out for mercy, but the jade foot beneath him didn't relax at all, and began to grind against him.
"Slap. Slap. Slap." Several crisp slaps silenced Wu Gang, who dared not resist in the slightest. "You slut,
what are you doing? Did I let you play with your disgusting thing? Don't you want it anymore?!" Xue Qian didn't know
what the man beneath her was doing, but her female instincts made her incredibly ashamed and helpless. Only
by beating the man hard could she hide her inner unease.
"I was wrong, Queen, I won't do it again, please let me go!" Wu Gang groaned, unsure whether it was pain or
pleasure, his hand, which had been pressing against Xue Qian's jade foot, unconsciously began to guide his penis towards the head. Finally, with
a low roar, Wu Gang ejaculated a large gush of semen. Xue Qian watched as the man's penis at her feet spurted out a
large glob of white, viscous fluid, knowing he had orgasmed. Staring blankly at his still-throbbing penis, she didn't know what to do.
She did it. A woman's shyness left her bewildered; she couldn't understand how her forceful stomping could cause a man to orgasm?
A strong, pungent odor emanated from Wu Gang's genitals—was it the smell of semen? Xue Qian looked curiously at her
feet, covered in sticky white fluid, feeling a wave of nausea and unease. How could he ejaculate on my feet!
An inexplicable surge of anger welled up in Xue Qian's mind. How could he dirty my feet? Disgusted, Xue Qian
stood on her heels, bent down, grabbed Wu Gang's hair, and forcefully pulled him up. "Slap. Slap. Slap..."
The rhythmic sound of slaps echoed in the room. "You lowly dog, how dare you dirty my feet! How can you be so cheap?
Stomping on you like this can cause an orgasm? Are you even human? You're not even as good as a dog! I'll beat you to death!" Xue Qian glared angrily
at Wu Gang, her right hand rising and falling, each slap landing heavily on Wu Gang's slightly swollen face.
Wu Gang, still reeling from his orgasm, was struck by a series of slaps. He realized
he had ejaculated on the Queen's feet, and a wave of fear washed over him. Although
the excitement of his orgasm had subsided, the recognition of her as his slave prevented him from resisting. He could only turn
his face away from Xue Qian's angry slaps.
Mu Qin stared blankly at Xue Qian, who resembled an enraged lion. Perhaps humans inherently possess
two souls. The fallen soul lies dormant in the deepest recesses, never to surface. But
when fate takes a turn, the fallen soul emerges, opening another incredible door. Like the legendary
Janus who no longer opened the gates of the sky to let the sun shine on the earth, but instead ruled the world beneath his feet,
the future would break free from the control of fate, leading to either a new world or heart-wrenching despair!
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Anger, Shock! (Continued)
As we approached Aunt Zhang's building, the roadside trees in front of the complex trembled in the cold wind, their leaves, bewildered and unaware
of their impending departure from their mother's embrace, fluttering and drifting alone in the wind. Looking at Aunt Zhang's building, dark
clouds blocked the sunlight, with only occasional stubborn rays of light piercing through the clouds, lazily striking the tiles on the building's walls,
creating specks of white light, like the face of a demon, its disgusting fangs piercing through its lips, shooting out a chilling, predatory glint.
I slowed my pace. The dense trees lining the neighborhood roads rustled in the wind, and for some reason,
I thought of Xue Qian. I remembered the brief moments after class; we always loved to run to the woods behind the school building
, huddled together, walking aimlessly. Time slipped by quietly, the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot.
Time always seemed so short. The school bell would always
ring annoyingly shortly after we'd walked a short distance, and then we'd dash through the quiet woods, like startled deer, the wind whipping
up leaves as we rushed towards the classroom. Memories always make you forget time with joy. In my mind,
Xue Qian danced happily like a fairy, surrounded by a sea of flowers, camphor leaves filling the sky
, a playful breeze lifting her skirt. I looked at the beautiful Xue Qian, wanting to approach her, but no matter how hard I
tried, I couldn't take a single step forward. Then Xue Qian opened her mouth and called out to me, but I
couldn't hear anything. Then the sky began to darken, the wind became fierce, and fallen leaves danced in the air. Xue Qian's hair
was blown by the wind, obscuring her face. Through the blur, I seemed to see a crystal tear slide down her cheek.
Lost in thought, I arrived at Aunt Zhang's house. I rushed out of Aunt Zhang's house, not
noticing that I hadn't closed the door properly, leaving a crack. I opened the door and nervously went inside.
There was no one in the living room. Where did they go? Did they go out? At that moment, I heard my mother's giggles and Uncle Wu's groans coming from the bedroom
. A bad premonition crept in, and I tiptoed towards the bedroom door.
The instant I looked into the room, my eyes widened and I stood frozen in place. A chilling cold, like thorns
, seeped into my heart, tightening fiercely as if to pierce my wildly beating heart.
Inside, my mother was urinating on Aunt Zhang's head, deliberately increasing the flow. Aunt Zhang
swallowed hard, coughing intermittently, the overflowing fluid filling her eyes and
trickling down her disheveled hair. My mother chuckled at the disheveled Aunt Zhang. Nearby, Xue
Qian was using her bare feet to clamp Uncle Wu's erect penis, which was kneeling before her, enjoying the services of the beautiful Xue Qian on the bed
.
Watching Xue Qian gently stroke the man's penis beneath her feet, her legs spread, her underwear gone, revealing the sparse
pubic hair with a deep, mysterious allure, her face radiating joy and excitement—an
expression I'd never seen on Xue Qian before. Perhaps the happiness I felt while we were together was only one-sided; Xue Qian
didn't share my feelings. Only the man beneath her brought her joy. Were all those years together—
the gentle breeze carrying fallen leaves through the campus woods, the unwavering gazes exchanged during class,
the whispered words under the same starry sky—just wishful thinking on my part?
What was really going on? I took a deep breath, feeling the air rush into my lungs, a faint
pain rising within me. It must be a misunderstanding. I knew the truth wouldn't be as I imagined
. Xue Qian could never have accepted Uncle Wu behind my back. But why, looking at everything before me, could I
find no excuse to defend her? Why was she hiding it from me? When exactly did Uncle Wu enter
our world?
The slightly slanted light shone obliquely on me, illuminating the crystal glass table.
In the room filled with an atmosphere of debauchery, my heart felt as if a piece had been torn out; a wave of empty pain washed over me, like
falling off a bottomless cliff, the intense weightlessness of not being able to find my footing. I felt like a bewildered bird, filled with inexplicable
panic.
Xue Qian, exhausted from her cursing, placed her semen-covered feet on Wu Gang's body. The slippery feeling made her feel even
more uncomfortable. Wu Gang lay exhausted on the ground after ejaculating, his penis limp and hanging between his legs. Perhaps desire
could make one lose oneself in darkness. Wu Gang felt regret now. Lying at
the feet of a girl more than ten years younger than himself, he had shamelessly ejaculated. Everything was so unbelievable, but
the unparalleled physical and mental satisfaction told him that because he was shameless, he was willing.
The still room felt monotonous and somber, the atmosphere thick with an awkward
tension, as if Wu Gang had just ejaculated. The semen that had spilled onto Xue Qian's feet and Wu Gang's body had turned from milky white to transparent,
gleaming with a lewd sheen under the pale yellow light. Xue Qian looked at the penis that had been
so menacing just moments before, now limp and lifeless like a slug. A blush crept across her face; after all, she was a virgin, and everything that had happened in the room
made her lower body heat up, her private parts tingling with a tingling itch. Slowly, Xue Qian extended her
foot, still wet with Wu Gang's semen, and began to play with his penis, perhaps wanting to see it regain its vigor,
or perhaps contemplating the bottomless abyss of betrayal.
"Kneel down, let me see your ugly thing," Xue Qian said, her eyes narrowed, her gaze seductive.
"Yes. Yes, Your Majesty..." As if a pie had fallen from the sky, Wu Gang felt happiness arrive so
suddenly that his heart pounded wildly, his blood rushing through his body.
"It looks so ugly! Are all men's penises like this?" "Yes, Your Majesty, all men's penises look like this, only fit to lie at your feet, to 　　satisfy her
with your feet !" 　　Wu Gang's face flushed with excitement, his lower body hardening like iron in a short time. Xue Qian's feet were covered in Wu Gang's 　　semen, and she instinctively began to stroke his penis up and down with her feet. The heat from Wu Gang's lower body made Xue Qian's 　　soles turn red; her small, white feet could barely hold Wu Gang's penis. The heat from her feet seemed to burn into Xue Qian 　　's heart. She felt her lower body becoming increasingly wet; she guessed the bed beneath her was already soaked. Just then, through her obstructed 　　vision, she seemed to see a figure flash past the door—it was Xiao Feng! 　　Seeing Xiaofeng's hasty departure, Xue Qian suddenly choked back tears, which she could no longer hold back. 　　A person indispensable to her life seemed about to leave. A chill ran from her feet to her heart 　　, like a barbed hand gripping her heart. She wanted to call out to Xiaofeng, but the sound 　　wouldn't come out. Watching his disappearing figure, despair surged within Xue Qian. 　　"Xiaofeng!" Her hoarse voice, as if trying to express her regret and sorrow, tore through the gray 　　sky. 　　Escape! This was the only thing she could do. She couldn't face Xue Qian like this. Her breathing 　　became increasingly difficult, her blood felt like it was freezing. She staggered, turned, and ran towards the door. "Xiaofeng!" 　　Xue Qian's heart-wrenching cry came from behind, but she dared not turn back. The flames of jealousy were about to consume her reason 　　. 　　"This isn't real, this isn't real!" A desperate scream echoed in my heart, as scenes from the past 　　replayed in my mind like a movie, as if trying to etch them into my very being. 　　"Ah..." A painful scream seemed to pierce through the clouds, "Boom..." A blinding 　　streak flashed across the sky; the gloomy weather finally received its first clap of thunder, as if knowing the pain in my heart, angrily 　　responding to my cry. Rain poured down, as if trying to soothe the sorrow in my heart. 　　I ran aimlessly, rainwater filling my nose and eyes. I ran frantically with my eyes closed, coughing violently 　　as if trying to rip my heart out, to tear my soul out of my body. Unable to see the light, I felt as if I had fallen into 　　hell, with a sheer cliff beneath my feet. I slowly plummeted downwards, my soul seemingly leaving 　　my body, and then nothing remained—a deathly silence of darkness… 　　Chapter Thirty: The Most Precious Thing is Encounter (Season One End) 　　My cheeks were burning, and I stirred slightly, opening my eyes. The morning sunlight streamed in unrestrainedly through the open 　　curtains, so bright it was hard to open my eyes. After my eyes adjusted, 　　I slowly looked around, blinking incredulously before daring to confirm that this was indeed my own room, 　　though I had changed into clean, fresh pajamas. 　　I sat up slightly in bed, my head still a little dizzy, a slight pain in my heart, 　　and a ring of tear stains on my pillow—clearly, I had cried a lot during the night. 　　I took a deep breath, and with each breath, my lungs ached with a slight emptiness. I 　　thought carefully. Yesterday, I must have gone home to return the underwear to Aunt Zhang, then witnessed Xue Qian performing footjob on Uncle Wu 　　. I cowardly ran away, only to faint. I never imagined waking up home 　　. Was everything I saw yesterday a dream? 　　Was it really just a dream? I knew clearly it wasn't, absolutely not. I clearly saw Xue Qian performing 　　footjob on Uncle Wu with unprecedented tenderness. I desperately wanted it to be a dream, but it felt so real, almost 　　painful. Thinking about last night, my heart ached like it was being pierced. 　　Who dressed me? And 　　who brought me back after I fainted last night? 　　My head was throbbing, and I had no recollection of what happened after last night. I reached out and 　　opened the door. A thin layer of dust floated in the air, obscuring the light. I walked down the hallway 　　. I heard my mother bustling about in the kitchen. I shrank back, wanting to turn back, but 　　it was too late. The sound of my footsteps on the stairs caught my mother's attention. 　　"You're up? You little pig..." My mother brought two plates of bread to the table, along with two cups of soy milk 　　. 　　I sat down, picked up a piece of bread, and ate it bite by bite, but it tasted bland. 　　My mother's bread used to be so soft and fluffy that I almost loved the taste. But now 　　, the bread in my mouth felt like chewing wax. 　　"I'm sorry!" My mother lowered her head, the morning light streaming through the window casting a blurry shadow on her face 　　. 　　I buried my head, the pain in my heart slowly fermenting, then like drowning, each breath feeling 　　incredibly heavy and suffocating. 　　"Don't say that, Mom. It's because I'm not good enough for her. I'm not good enough for her. I..." 　　The sadness in her heart was like the morning light streaming into the room, overflowing and inescapable 　　. Tears welled up uncontrollably.

"I shouldn't have brought Xue Qian with me. I really didn't expect it to turn out like this. Mom was really wrong this time,
please forgive me..." Crystalline tears slid down from the sky, dripping onto the tabletop bathed in the golden morning light, slowly spreading
a deep sadness.
"It's okay, Mom, I don't blame you. I... maybe we weren't meant to be. Mom, don't mention this anymore
, let's forget about it!"
"Can we really forget? Yesterday, Xue Qian and I took you home. Xue Qian stayed in your room for a long time, and finally
left crying, giving me a letter. I didn't read it. Here, take it." Mom took a
letter from under a water glass and pushed it in front of me.
Trembling, I picked up the letter; it felt incredibly heavy. I didn't need to guess what it meant.
The beautiful memories of the past, like a wild horse, kept replaying in my mind. The excited, tireless laughter while shopping together,
the thoughtful tissues shared during meals, the timid yet rebellious runs when skipping school together, all of the past...
Must it all end with a letter? "I don't want to!" "I don't want this ending! You haven't given me an explanation
, and I haven't kept my promise!" My heart cried out in anguish. I picked up the letter and turned to go back to my room. "
Xiaofeng, try to think positively. You still have your mother. Your mother will always be by your side." My mother covered her mouth,
tears streaming down her face, her trembling eyelashes looking pitiful.
"I know, Mom. I... I don't want to give up yet."
I closed the door, leaned against it, and looked at myself in the mirror, my pale face filled with deep sorrow.
I slumped weakly to the floor, opened the envelope—it contained a napkin, the writing blurred and illegible, the tear
tracks revealing Xue Qian's profound grief.
"Xiaofeng, I'm sorry. I still have so much to say to you, but I know I'm not worthy anymore. From
the day I fell into depravity, I knew I was no longer good enough for you. I keep thinking about those
sweet words you used to say to me, words that made me blush, and I fantasize that you can forgive me. But I know that even if you could forgive me, thinking about that night
would still make your heart ache. I don't want to see you so heartbroken yet forcing a smile.
So I'm sorry, I have to leave you! If… I mean, if we could
meet again somewhere in the world, could you let us start over, like we did in that camphor tree grove behind the campus, where two
naive hearts could awaken to each other once more?
Goodbye, my love!
Qian, who will always look forward to our reunion!"
"I forgive you, I forgive you!" Clutching the paper filled with Xue Qian's deep love and regret tightly in her hand
, her nails dug deep into her flesh without her noticing, she murmured again and again.
"I can't let you leave. We promised each other we'd be together. How could you just leave me like this? The world
is so vast, where will I meet you again? You're so precious, but do you know, the most precious thing is meeting you!"
I stood up and went outside. I must find you, no matter where you are.
The air outside was exceptionally clear, the sky washed clean by the rain was a pure blue, and the fresh air
soothed the sorrow in my blood. The most precious thing is meeting you, but I believe fate has already bound us
together. No matter where we go, fate will bring us together again on a bright sunny day.
(The End)

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