[Fangcaotang Series of Short Stories]

1. The Zhou Mother and Son of Fangcaotang
2. Notes from Fangcaotang: The Lu Father and Daughter
3. The Fishy Smell Before the Desk
4. Semen Stains on Black Leggings

The Zhou Mother and Son of Fangcaotang

It is said that last time, Zhou Puyuan stood for half the night in the rain, spying on the Lu father and daughter's shady dealings. He was consumed by lust, and the cold night rain only exacerbated his inner turmoil. He rushed home in the morning and immediately took to his bed.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly at the factory, allowing Zhou Puyuan to recuperate in bed and clear away the lingering ailments.

Now, let's turn to the Zhou mother and son. Zhou Puyuan had only one son, Zhou Ping, and one wife, Fanyi. Zhou Ping, relying on his father's wealth, idled away his days, neglecting his duties and acting like a spoiled rich kid, having countless affairs with other women. Although Fanyi was Zhou Puyuan's legal wife, she was more than ten years younger than him, though about the same age as her son, Zhou Ping. Zhou Puyuan was busy managing the factory and had little time for his wife, neglecting her. Now

, dear readers, please don't be surprised, but Zhou Ping wasn't Fanyi's biological son; he was Zhou Puyuan's illegitimate child with a maid. The maid was naturally forbidden from entering the Zhou family compound, leaving only this illegitimate child to grow up. This mother and son, one amorous and the other lustful, got along quite well. If not for their legal status, they would have caused countless legal troubles.
Zhou Puyuan fell ill and stayed home all day. His wife naturally took meticulous care of him; the son couldn't be as unrestrained as usual. Zhou Ping stayed indoors every day, paying his respects morning and evening, and serving his father throughout the day, fulfilling his filial duty.

One day, seeing that Zhou Puyuan's condition had improved and he could walk again... Fanyi hurriedly helped the old man to stroll in the garden. Spring had arrived, and although the snow hadn't completely melted, the red plum blossoms were already in bloom. The plum blossoms throughout the garden seemed to drape the small garden in a green veil.

Zhou Puyuan's health had improved considerably, and today, being close to nature, he was in high spirits, his illness having naturally improved significantly. Father and son set up a chessboard in the pavilion for a game. Fanyi dismissed the servants, attending to the father and son alone. Sometimes she would lean on the old man's shoulder, teasing him with a plum blossom branch, sometimes she would lean on a flower branch behind Zhou Ping, playing chess. The family of three enjoyed a peaceful time together in the pavilion.

In the past, the mother and son each harbored their own secrets, avoiding each other out of ethical considerations; though there was no romantic interest, there was also no motherly affection. These past few days, caring for the old man, they had grown closer. When they met, they chatted and laughed, their eyes meeting without hesitation, speaking directly and frankly. The mother, having long admired her son's youthful beauty, and the son, captivated by his young mother's alluring charm, gradually confirmed their mutual feelings.

Now, the son made the first move in the game, Zhou Puyuan deep in thought, seemingly about to collapse onto the chessboard. Zhou Ping, feigning a stretch, intentionally touched Fanyi behind him, but she didn't move. Zhou Ping pretended to bend down to pick up a piece, then pinched his mother's small feet, again without moving. This time, Zhou Ping grew bolder, keeping an eye on his father while slipping his hand inside his mother's cheongsam, feeling its smooth, moist texture. This fellow was quite the expert in matters of the heart; even touching Fanyi's soft, delicate skin today, he couldn't help but secretly admire her natural beauty.

Meanwhile, Zhou Puyuan had just finished his move and was about to make his move when he felt uneasy, shook his head, and began to reconsider. Zhou Ping had already reached up to touch his mother's thigh, and Fan Yi pretended to be unaffected, neither dodging nor flinching. Zhou Ping's hands grew warmer with each touch, Fan Yi's legs grew hotter with each rub, and Zhou Puyuan's heart grew colder with each thought. Just as he was about to touch her most sensitive spot, Zhou Puyuan gave up, and Zhou Ping quickly withdrew his hand, causing Fan Yi to shiver. Seeing this,

Zhou Puyuan assumed his wife was standing in the snow, thinly dressed and shivering. He quickly and tenderly pulled his wife close, saying, "Fan Yi, you've had a hard time these past few days. Today I'll buy you a necklace; the owner of the jade shop across the street said he'd deliver it at dinner. You go inside first; Ping'er and I will be there shortly."

Fan Yi glanced at her son, then turned and went inside. Zhou Puyuan turned to Zhou Ping and said, "After resting for so long, I feel much better. I'll be going back to the factory tomorrow. You don't need to tell me everything about the family; you and your mother can handle it yourselves. Alright, let's go inside." Zhou Ping didn't say anything and helped her father into the house.

After dinner, the chain was indeed delivered, and Fanyi was overjoyed. That evening, Zhou Puyuan announced his words to the whole family again. From then on, Zhou Ping became the head of the Zhou family. The creaking and groaning sounds from the master bedroom upstairs continued throughout the night. The next day, Zhou Puyuan, still weak, went back to work, but that's another story.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ping, who hadn't slept a wink last night listening to the sounds from upstairs, got up early to say good morning and waited for her father to go to work. As soon as Zhou Puyuan left the house, he immediately slipped into Fanyi's bedroom.

Fanyi was lying lazily in bed, with no servants nearby. Suddenly sensing someone approaching, she asked, "Who is it?" Too lazy to turn around. Before she could finish speaking, a cold hand slipped under the covers, startling Fanyi awake. She looked up and saw it was Zhou Ping. "Ping'er, no need for good morning, you can go out..." Fanyi lay back down.

At this moment, Zhou Ping, unable to contain himself, kicked off his shoes, pounced on the bed, lifted the corner of the covers, and crawled into his mother's bed. Fanyi was shocked but dared not call out. She could only push her son away.

Zhou Ping asked, puzzled, "Mother, you seem like a different person than yesterday?" Fanyi was speechless for a moment. Seeing his mother's momentum falter, Zhou Ping grabbed Fanyi. The two began to wriggle in the covers.

Finally, Fanyi ran out of strength and had to resort to verbal attacks: "My son, we are destined to be mother and son, but Heaven has arranged for us to be each other. How can I betray human ethics and do such beastly things? Yesterday, I did go too far and caused you to misunderstand. Today, I must not make another mistake... Get down quickly, and I will pretend nothing happened."

Zhou Ping thought to herself, "This bitch, she just got a jade necklace yesterday and has already become greedy for wealth. No wonder people say that a woman is a mother to whoever feeds her—just now she was all love and righteousness, but now she's spouting morals. If I don't take you today, how can I, Zhou Ping, face the elders of the brothel?"

Thinking this, the beast increased his strength. Although the mother was young and strong, how could a woman resist a man? She could only pick up a pillow and throw it at her unfilial son. Zhou Ping was caught off guard and hit the pillow right in the face. Her nose stung, and Fanyi immediately followed with a kick to the stomach. Zhou Ping fell off the bed.

The servants downstairs heard the commotion and came upstairs. Zhou Ping quickly crawled under the bed and heard Fanyi say, "I was sleeping soundly and fell off the bed, but it's nothing. I'm too lazy to move this afternoon, so don't bring me lunch. Leave anything to the housekeeper; don't disturb my rest. Do you understand?" Everyone nodded in agreement.
Zhou Ping, like a tiger descending the mountain, would sometimes poke and prod Fan Yi's genitals, sometimes squeeze and suck on her breasts, and sometimes lift her up, burying his face between her thighs and licking her vulva, even sucking out the semen Zhou Puyuan had ejaculated inside her the night before. He would then hold it in his mouth, their tongues entwined, two strands of saliva stretching out, mother on one end, son on the other.

Their mouths would open and close repeatedly, the semen long since flowing into someone else's mouth. Fan Yi's eyes were slightly open, her face flushed, glistening with sweat, her lips slightly parted, covered in saliva. At this moment, her son was buried between her legs. Fan Yi grabbed her son's hair, her buttocks trembled, and a stream of fluid flowed down her thighs.

Seeing his mother's labia reddened and moistened with desire, Zhou Ping knew it was time. He pulled out his already erect penis and thrust it in, grabbing his mother's snow-white buttocks and pumping. Fanyi leaned against the wall, her lower body at the mercy of her unfilial son. The mother and son tormented each other for nearly half an hour. The son wrapped his arms around his mother's waist, pressing his lower body against hers, remaining still, only convulsing and convulsing. He gritted his teeth, panting heavily, and collapsed onto his mother, unconscious.

When Zhou Ping awoke, it was nearly noon. Fanyi gently embraced him, gazing intently at him. Zhou Ping blushed slightly. Fanyi poked his forehead with her finger, "You rascal! Where did that skill go? I don't know how many times you've practiced. Your face is so white, but that thing is as black as a stick..."

"Mother, you mean as hard as a stick, right?" Zhou Ping reached between Fanyi's legs, caressing the woman.

"Get out of here, you're so frivolous! You've been naughty today, or I'll tell Daddy... Oh dear, you're being naughty again..."

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