Nanny Sister Song gets beaten

After graduating from university, I made a living by doing game leveling for people near the school and, leveraging my professional
background, started making game cheats. I rented an apartment and spent my free
time writing scripts and browsing forums. Life was decent.
Last year, a senior colleague who used to specialize in game leveling and cheat development quit, so I
took over his studio. I hired a few part-time college students near the school, while I continued writing cheats and making scripts.
I became a small boss, and I couldn't help but feel proud. When business was good, I could earn nearly 10,000 yuan a month, which was much better
than my classmates who had just graduated and were struggling to earn around 2,000 yuan a month, worrying about rent and leveling up every day . With some spare cash, I naturally started to pursue a more comfortable life. I gave up my old apartment and rented a three-bedroom apartment in an upscale neighborhood not far from the studio. After a simple renovation, I began my wonderful new life. Back in school, I was a total homebody. I never had a girlfriend, and I spent my days either helping others play games or studying those tedious C and assembly language code books. Although I occasionally watched porn and masturbated while watching it, those suppressed desires came in waves, and after I was done, I went back to my own things. Later, I opened my own studio, made some money, and even went to a nearby bathhouse to find prostitutes, but I never really felt anything special. Those prostitutes were really demanding; the low-class ones would just pull down their pants after the hour and start urging you to hurry up, not even bothering to call out. After a few times, I lost interest. But then, one time, I accidentally slept with a streetwalker, and that's when I discovered my G-spot. It turns out I always had a thing for mature women. That streetwalker looked to be around 40, with light makeup. I've almost forgotten her face; I only remember that I ejaculated three times that day, and afterwards, I was so exhausted I had to hail a taxi back to my place. From then on, like a stray dog that had tasted a corpse, I roamed every corner of the city, searching for my prey. But disappointingly, in our small city, there were only a few bathhouses with prostitutes, and streetwalkers were scarce to begin with, especially older women, so very few people did it. There were only two or three divorced women from out of town, and their quality wasn't very high. Later, I gradually lost the motivation to search and continued my boring life as a shut-in, burying myself in the computer every day, until one day I saw an online post about middle-aged caregivers in big cities like Shanghai and Guangdong who offered overnight services to care for elderly people living alone . Seeing this news, a sudden inspiration struck me. The next day, I went straight to the real estate agency street in our area, found a small storefront but one that looked like it had been open for a long time, and went inside. Inside was a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup. Seeing a customer enter, she quickly got up and warmly greeted me. When the female boss asked if I was renting a place or hiring, I calmly replied that I wanted to find a caregiver to look after my bedridden father. She asked about my requirements and the approximate monthly salary I could offer, then said it was no problem. Seeing my hesitation , she asked, "Any other requirements?" I mustered my courage and hesitantly mentioned the need for overnight care. The boss looked at me suspiciously, then laughed, patted my shoulder, and said, "I knew it! You're a liar, young man . I bet you're not hiring a caregiver for your father, but for yourself. " Ah, my lie exposed, I felt incredibly embarrassed. I said, "You're so young , your father can't possibly be as old or in such poor health as you make him out to be. People who come here to hire caregivers for their elderly parents are usually in their thirties or forties. Someone your age would be more suitable for hiring your grandfather." Embarrassed, I turned to leave, but the female boss grabbed me, saying, "Hey, don't go, buddy! Are you sure you can find someone?" I thought to myself, "Damn it, I'm rich, I'm not afraid of not finding someone find another place . No problem, I can find someone, I can find someone." I sat back down and chatted with the female boss for a while. She said it would cost money, and, blinded by lust, I agreed without thinking. I eagerly said, "Salary is no problem, but you have to find me a good one!" The female boss smiled knowingly and said, "I know, I know what you young men like. I know what you prefer." She then winked at me seductively, giving me goosebumps. "Damn it, " I thought, "this old bitch is probably a slut too." I paid a two-hundred-yuan deposit, left my phone number, and went home to wait for news. About a week later, I was fast asleep when I received a call from the agency. They said they'd found wanted me to come see her soon. Hearing this, I jumped out of bed with a start, washed my face, and brushed my teeth . I, who am usually so sloppy, even went to the hair salon to get a clean haircut that day—something I'd never done before. It felt like I was going on a blind date, not to see a person. I thought to myself, "I'm just pathetic. Seeing an old bastard I can sleep with right away makes me act like a complete jerk." The taxi ride to the real estate agency took less than ten minutes. As soon as I entered, I saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, but her face possessed a mature charm typical of her age. Her skin was very fair and delicate, and she was rather slender. She had thin, tattooed eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes with outward-pointing corners. Her complexion was rosy. Seeing her full lips , I immediately wondered if her labia were also thick and as red as her lips. The woman wore a simple black wool coat over a red sweater, the contrast of which made her fair and delicate skin stand out even more. The thick coat obscured her breasts, but at first glance, they probably wouldn't be too disappointing. She wore black jeans, her legs together and slightly angled to one side, and flat black leather shoes. It was clear that this woman had dressed carefully before coming; although her clothes weren't particularly trendy, they looked clean and tidy. When the woman saw me enter, she stood up and smiled at me. The female boss quickly introduced me to the other woman . "Hey, Xiao Song, this is Xiao Wang. He's a really nice guy, and he's already his own boss at such a young age. The prices he offers are rarely seen elsewhere." "Hello, boss!" the woman called Sister Song greeted me warmly. Feeling a little uncomfortable I quickly waved my hand and said, "Just call me Xiao Wang, don't call me boss."

After we sat down, the real estate agent introduced me to Sister Song's situation. Sister Song was a local, 42
years old , and had been laid off a few years ago. Her husband was in poor health and could only stay home to do housework and take care of their daughter, so Sister Song went out to work
. This meant she could only work during the day and had to go home at night. I thought to myself, "Daytime is fine, it's all
the same ." After he finished explaining, the agent asked me what I thought. I nodded, and he quickly smiled
and said, "Sister Song, you're lucky to have found such a good agent. I didn't even call anyone else, I called you directly.
After all, we're old acquaintances."
"Thank you, sir. How about you start working tomorrow?" I agreed without hesitation. "
Okay, let me show you the way," I said, eager to get to her. I made up an excuse to take her
home quickly. "
That's fine too," the agent seemed to understand my thoughts, smiled knowingly, and urged me to pay the agency
fee. We took a taxi with Sister Song straight to her place.
I was so excited I couldn't say a word when we got home. Sister Song looked at the messy house and immediately started
tidying up for me. When we got to the bedroom, I, who had been following behind, couldn't contain myself any longer. I suddenly
hugged , slipped my hands inside her sweater, and kneaded her full breasts. I
whispered in her ear, "I want to fuck you, Sister Song,
I want to fuck your pussy."
Sister Song already knew my request. She resisted coyly for a few moments, then fell silent, only
whispering , "Let's go to bed." I pushed her onto the bed, drew the curtains, and began undressing. Sister Song
also started taking off her coat. After removing her red sweater, a pair of full breasts sprang out. The red bra
only covered half of her breasts, leaving a large amount of flesh exposed. Several bluish veins were faintly visible on her breasts.
Sister Song reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. Without the bra's restraint, her full
breasts sagged like papayas. She wasn't a young girl after all; her breasts were sagging quite a bit, but still
rather full. Her areolas were large and light brown, with a few small bumps on them. Her nipples were large and
dark, like ripe black dates. By this time, I was already naked, standing in front of the bed with my penis erect, watching this woman undress
. Perhaps it was the first time Sister Song had acted like this in front of others, so she was a little shy. I thought that if I hadn't offered her
so much money , she probably wouldn't have agreed to this condition. Although she had worked as a nanny for other families before, I doubted many
people would be willing to pay such a high salary to work with an older woman like her.
I felt like I'd struck gold. I stood by the bed, breathing heavily, my hand already nervously stroking
my penis.
Sister Song had just taken off her panties, her legs shyly pressed together, only a clump of
messy black hair visible below her abdomen.
"Open your thighs a little wider," I commanded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, put your hands on your knees and spread them apart!" Sister Song
obediently parted her legs. Like an impatient male dog, I lay on the bed, burying my face
between her legs, studying her full vulva. Sister Song's vulva was very dark, her labia large, and her
pubic bone prominent. Against the backdrop of her fair thighs, her dark labia gleamed with a lascivious sheen . The labia were
wrinkled and folded together, vaguely revealing the dark red clitoral hood inside. I sniffed the air—a strong, fishy smell, typical of middle-aged
women mixed with the stench of urine. Her anus was also black, perhaps from hemorrhoids.
A small lump dangled from her anus, the flesh rolled up. Curious, I touched it with my hand, and Sister Song immediately
let out a soft moan, perhaps
a sound of shame from having her anus played with by a young man twenty years her junior.
I used both hands to spread Sister Song's slightly everted, black labia. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tender, writhing flesh
of her vulva, deliberately making loud noises, like slurping leftovers from a plate, making slurping sounds, and occasionally
saying, "Sister Song, your pussy is so black, your labia are so big, and you're so horny!"
Sister Song just hummed in response, covering her face with a pillow and only making
soft moaning sounds.
Once I'd licked enough and had enough saliva lubrication, I snatched the pillow from her face
and placed it under her buttocks, raising them. Sister Song's cheeks were
flushed. Since my bed was a small single bed, Sister Song had to lean against the headboard while I knelt on the bed,
spreading her thighs apart with my hands. I rubbed my erect penis against Sister Song's labia.
"Sister Song, guide my penis into your vagina," I said, ignoring her protests. I grabbed her hand and placed it
on my penis. "
Quickly, I want you to look at my penis and put it inside your vagina," I commanded.
I guess Sister Song didn't want to offend me on the first day and lose this job that was quite important to her.
Sister Song's hand was very soft. Before I could even savor it, Sister Song had already placed my penis inside her vagina. Sister Song
let out a long sigh.
I felt that although her vagina was loose, there were still rings of tender flesh surrounding my penis. Her
vagina was very deep; my cock went in all the way in. Ah, so good! I let out a long sigh and started thrusting into her
labia. Soon, only our panting and the sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room.
Having not made love to a mature woman in a long time, I was unusually excited. I shouted, "Fuck, fuck you, you big slut, you stinky cunt
, you old cunt, does it feel good to fuck your old cunt? Look how my cock is turning your labia inside out and rolling them back in.
You slut, look how much juice you're leaking."
I felt sweating all over, and the sheets below Song Jie's were also very wet. I dipped my finger in her
juices and smeared it on Song Jie's breasts, playing with her big, dark nipples as I fucked her, pinching them with my fingers. Song Jie's
body twisted, and she cried out, "Ouch, be gentle, ah, be gentle with my pinching." Song Jie's brows were furrowed, and
she looked at me with pleading eyes.
The feeling of physical and mental conquest excited me more and more. After a series of thrusts, I suddenly
thrust forward, sending all the semen that had gushed from my penis deep into Sister Song's womb. I collapsed wearily onto
Sister Song, breathing softly. To my surprise, Sister Song took a tissue from beside my bed and wiped my
penis , then cleaned herself before holding my head and stroking my hair. In
the warm spring sunshine, I drifted off to sleep again on this strange woman's body.
When I woke up, Sister Song was already dressed and had tidied the house spotlessly. After I got up...
Sister Song, busy in the kitchen, wasn't embarrassed at all when she saw me. Instead, she said, "You're awake!
I noticed you're missing quite a few things. I wrote them down on a piece of paper. Go buy them when you have time." "Oh, I know
," I replied without even looking at the paper she handed me. I casually placed it on the table, then turned around and hugged Sister Song,
who was busy at work
. Before she could even speak, I silenced her with my tongue, followed by
the sound of clothes being undressed. It was dusk, and in the April twilight, in the room filled with a decadent atmosphere, I experienced
that same pleasure I had felt long ago—a prolonged, almost unbearable pleasure that made my brain short-circuit. After we finished, we lingered in
bed for a long time before I finally let Sister Song go home.
(II)
After Song Jie came into my life, it seemed to change a lot. I started wearing clean clothes, changing my
underwear every three days, and stopped eating fast food and instant noodles. I started to eat a balanced diet and began to transition from a homebody to a mature man
. Of course, this was also due to the lubrication of Song Jie's vaginal fluids, which made me look a bit more masculine.
In addition to cleaning my room, Song Jie was also responsible for the cleanliness and meals in the studio. I
used to do these things myself , but now that Song Jie was in charge, I saved time and could focus on my career. At that time, I also started doing
game leveling services on several foreign servers. My income increased significantly compared to before. And my relationship with Song Jie also
gradually changed.
When she has free time, Sister Song always likes to tell me about her family. Her family life hasn't been very
smooth.
Her current husband isn't her first husband. Her first husband treated her
well at first, but later, due to issues with having children, he gradually became distant. They've been married for three years, but
Sister Song hasn't gotten pregnant. Her husband suspected she had fertility problems, and eventually, he
found another woman and divorced her.
Sister Song had no choice but to marry my current husband as a second-time bride. Her current husband has health issues
, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen someone like Sister Song who had been married before. They had a daughter in their first year of marriage, and their relationship
is relatively good. Sister Song knows she can have children and has always wanted a
son, but due to her age and the pressure of life, she had to give up. Later, she underwent sterilization.
Sister Song said she always wanted a son so she would have someone to rely on in her old age; daughters are just
raised and are useless and unreliable. She said she hadn't initially agreed to come, but decided to visit anyway.
She felt a connection with me at first sight, which is why she decided to come. I guess she also hoped to have a son my age.
We were lying in bed when she said this; we had just made love not long ago. Suddenly, I said, "Sister Song, let me
be your son.
" Sister Song seemed startled. I immediately called out, "Mom!
" Sister Song responded, and at that moment, tears welled up in her eyes. Perhaps it was the pressure of life
, her own hardships, or perhaps she was moved by my sincere concern and affection.
After saying this, I kissed her, breathing warm air into her ear, and said, "Mom, I want to fuck your pussy, okay?"
Sister Song closed her eyes, shyly stroking my face as she said, "Yes, Mom will let you fuck me. Mom's
cunt is for Mom's good son to fuck." Without a word, skipping all foreplay, I thrust my newly erect penis
in, the forbidden pleasure of incest making me incredibly excited.
I made Sister Song carry me on her back, sticking her butt out. She buried her face in the sheets, and I excitedly thrust
into her while slapping her ass. "
You slutty mom, you cheap slut mom, tell me, does your own son fuck you well? Whose dick
is bigger, your own son's or your husband's? Am I better or is he better?" *Slap slap*, I slapped Sister Song's big ass hard. Sister Song was already used to
being played with like this. Once, she even said that whenever I slapped her ass and called her a slut, she would always leak
a lot of juice.
"Ah," Sister Song twisted her ass, responding to my thrusts. "My dear son, fuck your slutty mom's rotten cunt until it's ruined!
Your slutty mom is only for her own son to play with! Your slutty mom loves her own son's dick the most!" "
And what about me and your husband? Who fucks you well? How does your dead husband fuck you? Tell me!" I
slapped Sister Song's ass, already covered in red handprints, again.
I pulled my penis out and rubbed it against her vaginal opening, but wouldn't go in. Sister Song felt a sudden
emptiness in her vagina. To suppress the itching sensation, she kept moving her hips back, trying to get my
penis back in. I knew Sister Song's husband was impotent due to health reasons. Sister Song was in her forties
, and if she were aroused and suddenly lost my penis, she'd be half-dead. "
If you want a penis, tell me how your husband fucks you," I said, like a cat teasing a mouse, gently
inserting my thick, hard penis a little bit more. "
Ah, son, Mommy wants a penis. He likes to lick my vagina, my breasts, and my toes, and then
he uses his fingers to penetrate my vagina. He wants me to pee for him."
I never imagined Sister Song's husband was so perverted, but I figured that since I couldn't perform, this was the only way I could
release my sexual desire.
I used my fingers to part the drooping roll of tender flesh above Sister Song's anus, and roughly inserted my index finger into her
hemorrhoid anus
. "Ah!" Sister Song screamed, "Pull it out quickly! It's dirty there! My anus hurts so much! Good son, fuck Mommy's pussy!
No, it hurts so much!" It really hurt, Sister Song said, seemingly on the verge of tears.
I pulled my finger out, leaving only one knuckle inside.
"Did he touch you here?" I asked. "
No, he wanted to, but I didn't let him." Hearing Sister Song say this, I felt a little better. I thought, "Your wife's anus
won't let you play with it, but today I've put it in. A big green hat has been put on that sick old man's head."
Only then did she obey. I slapped her buttocks with satisfaction, and with a thrust of my waist, my entire penis was thrust into
Sister Song's . The empty, horny pussy was instantly filled by the thick, hard cock. Sister Song let out a long sigh, "
Ah, son, your cock feels so good inside me! Deeper! My pussy is so itchy!
Hmph, you slut, aren't you the sluttest mother in the world? Sleeping with your own son behind your husband's back, and you're enjoying it
so ! Your asshole's been played with by your son, you're such a slut! I'm going to fuck you to death, tear your pussy apart, so you
can never have sex again!
Ah, go ahead and fuck me, tear it apart! Tear my pussy apart, so I'll never let another man fuck me again!"
She let her son play with her asshole and mouth, tearing her rotten asshole with hemorrhoids to shreds. This
filthy bitch who slept with her son deserves to have her cunt and asshole fucked raw.
Filthy bitch, I'll fuck you to death! I panted heavily, thrusting violently again and again. The lewd and insane
words from Sister Song stimulated me, making my thrusts faster and faster.
Suddenly, Sister Song's phone rang. Ah, Sister Song picked up the phone from the bedside table, wanting to turn around to answer the call,
but I pressed her down, forcing her to kneel on the bed, enduring my thrusts while answering the phone. It was
Sister Song's daughter.
Sister Song begged me to be quieter, but I ignored her, thinking that while answering her daughter's call, I should also tell her to come home
and do her homework and cook, playing the role of a loving mother. Meanwhile, in reality, I was lying on the bed like a bitch, enduring
the play of a young man not much older than my daughter. I mischievously pushed
my finger deeper into Sister Song's asshole. Ah. Sister Song groaned, then explained to her daughter on the phone that
it was nothing , gave a few instructions, and quickly hung up.
Sister Song turned her head and glanced at me reproachfully, almost letting Hui'er hear. Hui'er is Sister Song's daughter. I wonder how
Hui'er would feel if she knew that her mother was being fucked from behind by her godbrother while on the phone . "Ah, stop talking," Sister Song said silently, her vagina tightening again from the phone call and my humiliation . " Mom, I want to fuck Hui'er," I said. " What did you say? I want to fuck you both, you two, both of you, lying here and getting fucked by my cock. Will you let me? Will you let me?" I felt like I was about to climax, and my lower body quickened its movements. Sister Song did too, her vagina starting to tighten in waves . "Will you let me fuck you? Mom, let me fuck my god-sister Hui'er. I'll show her how I fuck you, how you beg your son to fuck you. No, no, stop talking. I'll let you fuck me, Hui'er will let you fuck me. I'll fuck that little bitch ." In the ecstasy of being conquered, Sister Song climaxed. When I pulled my penis out, she was still lying on the bed, twitching like a dying worm. After that, in front of outsiders, I called Sister Song "godmother." At first, Sister Song was embarrassed, but later she got used to it. I often bought her clothes, many of which were only for me to wear at my place, such as stockings, lingerie, and sexy transparent high heels. I also visited her home a few times and met her husband and daughter. Once, when her husband and daughter were not home, Sister Song and I had sex on her bed. My interactions with Sister Song became more and more frequent. Fortunately, I had the cover of being her nanny and godmother, so I didn't arouse any suspicion. (III) Eileen Chang said: "Men reach a woman's heart through her vagina." The world changes, but women have not changed at all. There seems to be a subtle change in the relationship between Sister Song and me. It seems I'm not only possessing her body, but also slowly stealing her heart. Of the three men she's been with in her life, although we were together the shortest , it seems the feelings I give her completely wash away all the emotions and joys she deserved as a woman from the previous two men combined. Sister Song comes very early in the morning, not only making breakfast for me but also urging me to finish it. If she sees my clothes are disheveled, she'll stop me and help me straighten them. If I tease her, she'll playfully hit me. Although she's forty years old , the genuine affection she shows makes her coquettishness and anger seem less contrived and disgusting. This must be her first love, her first love at forty. Love is perhaps a luxury for a woman like her. Fortunately, she believes she's found it. She's committed to me, taking care of me in every way, obeying my every whim, and fulfilling all my demands in bed. She even cured her hemorrhoids for me, simply because I said I liked to fuck her from behind. Privately, she even fantasized about living with me after the divorce. I laughed and said I'd only accept if Xiaohui came along too—like buying the older one and getting the younger one free. Sister Song also laughed and said she didn't mind if I took care of them, mother and daughter, together. We both knew it was just talk. Putting aside the age gap, Sister Song couldn't bear to leave her sickly husband, with whom she'd had many years of relationship and still had some affection, to be with me. She said I was just a boy still in puberty, temporarily infatuated with her, and would eventually have to get back on track , find a girl of similar age to marry and have children. Whenever she said this, she rarely spoke. I responded with passionate kisses to her faint helplessness about our short-lived happiness. We put aside our troubles, comforted each other. Perhaps she was right; what I liked was her body and that distorted Oedipus complex. I enjoyed her meticulous care and obedience; the more I took, the more she felt it was my passionate response.

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