Chaotic Water Margin

During the reign of Emperor Zhezong of the Northern Song Dynasty, in Bianliang (Kaifeng), the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, there lived a down-on-his-luck young man surnamed Gao, known as Gao Er. Orphaned at a young age, he spent his days with a group of impoverished people. He was fond of martial arts as a child and had studied under a master for some time, but he lacked the perseverance to endure hardship and only achieved a superficial understanding. He spent his days mingling with the city's纨绔 (wan ku
, a term for dissolute young men), indulging in a life of pleasure and extravagance. Moreover, Gao Er was extremely skilled at Cuju (ancient Chinese football), and his excellent footwork earned him the nickname "Gao Qiu" (Gao the Ball). Disliking this, he changed his name to "Gao Qiu" (Gao Qiu). From then on, he practiced Cuju even more diligently, but it led to a secret affair.
One day, Gao Qiu and his group of dissolute youths were playing Cuju in the street when one of them, having indulged in wine and women at a brothel the previous night, lost his aim and kicked the ball into a courtyard. Seeing that the courtyard was deep and secluded, indicating a family of some standing, the others dared not retrieve the ball. Gao Qiu, left with no other option, went to retrieve it himself.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the gate opened, a woman stepped out.
"My son, why are you back so early today?" the woman asked coquettishly before even opening the door. When the door opened, he saw a frivolous young servant standing there. His face slightly flushed, he said, "May I ask what brings you
here, young man?" Gao Qiu, however, was already captivated by the woman's beauty. She appeared to be around fifty years old, with a full, round face, eyebrows like distant mountains, and a voluptuous figure. In the spring sunshine, she wore a thin, flowing dress, and as she moved, her soft breasts bounced, and her fragrant buttocks seemed ready to burst forth—truly a stunningly beautiful old woman. Gao Qiu was utterly embarrassed by her beauty, and his lower body began to stir.
"Young man!" the woman called again. Gao Qiu then turned around and explained his purpose, apologizing profusely. The woman, being reasonable, smiled faintly and swayed her hips, beckoning Gao Qiu to come in and retrieve the ball.
Gao Qiu followed happily, noticing a puzzling absence of servants in this large courtyard. A dissolute young man, he had lost his mother at a young age and thus had a particular fondness for middle-aged women. He hadn't expected to see a living, breathing, beautiful old woman before him, and his desires stirred. He then provoked the woman with a question:
"Madam, you possess an extraordinary bearing. Why is there not a single servant
in this vast courtyard?" Hearing his question, the woman's face flushed, and for some unknown reason, her breasts heaved even more, a sight that made Gao Qiu feel incredibly aroused. He thought to himself that if he could have some fun with this beautiful woman, he wouldn't trade it for a position as Grand Commandant.
After a long silence, the woman finally spoke, "My late husband was a military commander, and he has been gone for several years. My son, Wang Jin, is the instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards, currently on duty at the Palace Commander's Mansion. My son and I live alone..." She paused there. "
So it's Lady Wang," Gao Qiu replied aloud, inwardly exclaiming, "This is so easy!"
Why? Because Gao Qiu had learned a few moves of martial arts in his youth and sought out heroes to spar with. Wang Jin's father, Wang Shen, was a famous hero, so he had once come to the Wang residence. However, during the match, seeing a beautiful young woman nearby, he was tempted and his staff was knocked away, resulting in his defeat. Being petty and narrow-minded, he lost his composure in front of the beauty and harbored resentment towards Commander Wang and Lady Wang. Later, he gradually forgot about her, but never expected to see the beautiful woman from his dreams again today.
The woman was just as she had been then, only now possessing a more mature and alluring charm. Her eyes held a hint of spring, igniting Gao Qiu's lust. Yet, a thought struck him: this old woman claimed her husband had died years ago, but her figure and demeanor suggested a well-watered, seasoned woman, not a dry well devoid of life. He was a man of quick wit, and considering that only the mother and son were in the courtyard, he quickly came to a conclusion. He thought, "You, Wang Jin, on the surface you're a hero who only cares for weapons and not women, but you've broken the moral code and become husband and wife with your own mother." Then he thought of the delicate old woman before him, her body softening and throbbing with desire from her son's daily ministrations, and a few drops of semen even seeped from her lower body. With
such beauty before him, Gao Qiu frowned, a plan forming in his mind.
He stepped forward, his large hand landing squarely on the woman's fragrant, soft, plump buttocks. He began to knead them through her cloth robe. Caught off guard, Wang Shi was immediately startled by Gao Qiu's grasp.
"You rude brat!" she cried, trying to break free from his large hands.
Gao Qiu laughed heartily, reaching forward to grab her soft, plump breasts. The woman resisted fiercely, struggling relentlessly. Though she came from a scholarly family, she was no match for the strength of this thirty-year-old man.
Seeing her struggle, Gao Qiu shouted, "Madam Wang, do you think I don't know what you and your son Wang Jin have done?"
Madam Wang, who had been desperately trying to preserve her purity, stopped in her tracks upon hearing this, stammering, "How did you know…?"
Gao Qiu laughed again. He had only intended to test her, but Madam Wang had revealed his secret in a single sentence. He said smugly, "If you want to protect your son's reputation, Madam Wang must submit to me today!"
Poor Madam Wang, her heart filled with love for her son, tears streamed down her face like pearls, but she stopped struggling, letting Gao Qiu's hands tease her breasts. Those two fragrant breasts, originally her son's playthings, had unfortunately fallen into the hands of this despicable man, to be humiliated by him.
Seeing Madam Wang's submission, Gao Qiu laughed heartily, without undressing or loosening his belt, and began to fondle her breasts, causing Madam Wang to gasp repeatedly, her nipples erect.
"How could you be so shameless, Madam?" Madam Wang was utterly ashamed.
After fondling her nipples for a while, his hand slid down her navel, probing towards her vulva.
"Jin'er, your mother's body is beyond saving..." Madam Wang felt a surge of heat in her lower body, and was thus aroused by this rogue's teasing.
"You scoundrel!" Just as Gao Qiu was descending, he suddenly heard a loud shout in his ear, and then he was thrown out.
Wang Shi opened her eyes and saw a man with a bushy beard and hair standing in front of her. It was Wang Jin. Feeling extremely wronged, she threw herself into her son's arms and wept softly. "My son..." Wang Jin, in his late thirties, was a robust and skilled martial artist. He comforted his mother, who was delicate and beautiful, for a while, then proceeded to give Gao Qiu a sound beating. Gao Qiu, never expecting to lose his prized possession and instead suffer such misfortune, begged for mercy repeatedly. Because they were under the emperor's nose, and Wang Jin and his mother didn't want to face charges of murder, they forced Gao Qiu to swear he wouldn't tell anyone, promising to forgive him. Gao Qiu
readily agreed and left, his heart still yearning for Wang's beauty. Leaving
aside Gao Qiu's fate, Wang Jin, after beating Gao Qiu, carried his mother into the inner room, placed her delicate beauty on the couch, and gently comforted her until she was alright.
The book explains that Wang was originally a well-educated and virtuous daughter of an official, a chaste woman. However, after her husband's death, she poured all her heart into her son, watching him grow into a handsome young man. The ordinary man, now a drill instructor in the 800,000 Imperial Guards, lived a comfortable life, and his body became increasingly weak and limp. Every spring night, he suffered from an unbearable itching in his lower body. Finally, one day, he had sex with Wang Jin. Wang Jin was a filial son and a man of iron will, so he naturally took good care of his mother, making her feel comfortable and satisfied. Having tasted the sweetness, he wanted to have sex with her two or three times every night before he would stop. Fearing that their shameful affair would be exposed, the mother and son dismissed all the servants in the courtyard to facilitate their affair, but they never expected that Gao Qiu would take advantage of them. But let's leave that aside.
Now, Wang Jin placed his mother on the bed and, seeing her unusually delicate and beautiful appearance, he was overcome with lust. He reached his large hand inside the woman's undergarments and said, "Mother, you've been frightened. Let me rub it for you."
After saying this, he pinched two purplish-red nipples between his fingers, gently kneading and teasing them. Before long, Wang's nipples were as hard as peanuts. She kept moaning. Seeing this, Wang Jin said no more. He spread his hands and stripped his mother naked, revealing her mature, snow-white flesh. Her breasts were large and white, with trembling purplish-red nipples; her waist was plump and smooth; her vulva was pink and tender like a virgin's; and her pubic hair was neatly arranged on both sides. He lightly flicked her clitoris with his fingers and slowly licked the area around her nipples. Her old vulva, like spring water, was gushing forth, waiting for her son's arrival.
Wang Jin loved his mother's two large, soft breasts most of all. He sucked on them for a long time, making the old woman lose her mind, her juices flowing freely. She cried out repeatedly, "My good son Jin, come and enter your mother's old vulva, it's so itchy..." Only
then did Wang Jin take off his clothes, take up his spear, and rub his silver spear against his mother's entrance a few times. "Plop!"
With a single thrust, he struck her heart, each stroke faster and more intense than the last. The woman was driven to ecstasy, this lady from a family of impeccable manners displaying licentious behavior, repeatedly crying out, "Good Jin'er, good man, you've truly touched the very core of my heart..."
Hearing his mother's plaintive moans and seeing her two full, white breasts swaying with each thrust, Wang Jin grabbed them with his large hands, kneading them roughly as if shaping dough.
He teased his mother, "Mother, is it good?"
"Yes, it's so good! Come on, good Jin'er, give me a few more hard thrusts, I'm almost there."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Wang Jin chuckled, then bent down, lifted his mother, and sat her on his lap. He reached back, grasping her plump buttocks, pulling her close, and then, with his tongue, sucked on her saliva.
Her two mounds of beautiful flesh rubbed against him, he sucked on his mother's saliva, his hands grasped her beautiful buttocks, and his lower body was penetrated by her beautiful vagina. Wang Jin was completely overwhelmed with pleasure, as if he were on cloud nine.
That day, the mother and son made love five times before finally stopping. They embraced each other, sleeping like husband and wife, their necks intertwined.
Truly: "To fuck my mother to heaven, I envy not even the immortals."

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