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"A Collection of Multinational Debauchery"

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West Germany Debauchery

(Part 1)
In a certain world, two major camps, East and West, are locked in a standoff. The dominant power in the Eastern bloc is the Solomon Islands. This Solomon Islands is
a superpower with an area of 70 million square kilometers and a population of over one trillion. It possesses a vast number of satellite states,
including many East German states. These East German states are larger in area and population than the Solomon Islands.
Due to their shared beliefs and the Solomon Islands' powerful military, these large states have become major satellite states of the Solomon Islands.
A major power in the Western bloc is a capitalist West Germany with a land area of 700,000 square kilometers. It
is extremely developed, possessing a multi-layered, three-dimensional territory, with its surface territory being one layer within this multi-layered structure. There is
also another major power in the Western bloc: France. There, agents from both camps engage in fierce open and
covert struggles .
Paris, France, Charles de Gaulle Airport. Alexei Vlasov, First Secretary of the Solomon Islands Embassy in France,
is about to return home. Vlasov is forty-seven years old, of medium build, and extremely strong. He is bald,
has a rugged appearance, and wears a finely crafted French grey woolen overcoat.
His wife accompanied him back to the Soviet Union. Vlasov's wife was actually his mother, named Tagore
, over 130 million years old, appearing to be fifty-four. She had golden hair, was very beautiful, with fair skin and
a slender figure. She wore a dark coat over a short skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and high, thin heels that made
her feet almost stand upright. Although elderly, this Soviet woman still possessed great charm.
In the Soviet Union, people were highly educated, and a mother-son marriage was considered a very high level of union, more noble than ordinary
marriages .
After entering the luxurious airport terminal, Vlasov said to his wife, "You go check in first; I
'll go buy something."
Vlasov was actually a Soviet KGB agent, transferred back to the Soviet Union because his superiors felt his ideological leanings were problematic
. Vlasov had already noticed that two KGB agents had been following
him.
He went to a convenience store and bought something; the saleswoman was a beautiful French woman. He gave the French
beauty a deep look, took his things, and turned to walk downstairs.
When he reached the airport security checkpoint, he suddenly turned around and rushed inside.
The two agents following him were caught off guard and hurriedly called the Soviet embassy.
Vlasov identified himself to the French police at security and explained that he wanted to surrender to the French authorities.
Soon, the head of French intelligence, Berton, arrived at the airport.
Personnel from the Soviet embassy also arrived.
In an office at the airport, the ambassador shouted at Vlasov in Russian: “Comrade Vlasov!
I urge you to reconsider your decision! This is a betrayal of the Party and the motherland!”
The French agents nearby, unable to understand what they were saying, reminded them: “Gentlemen, please speak
French .”
The plane to Moscow had already taken off, and Vlasov's wife, Tagesina, of course, hadn't left; she was
now beside the Soviet ambassador. Tagesina was gentle and submissive; over the years, one son after another had become
her husband. She gave birth to Vlasov, becoming his wife when he was twenty-four, and had always been a devoted wife.
She never expected her husband to pull this stunt today.
Tagesina, already pale, was now even more so. Her voice trembled as she said in French, "
Alexei , are you really sure? Our two children are still in Russia."
Vlasov replied in a low voice in French, "Tagesina, Nina and her brother are adults.
Come , stay with me."
Tagesina shook her head. "No, no, I can't bear to leave them behind." A mother's heart softens after all.
In the end, Tagesina took the next flight back to Moscow. Vlasov, meanwhile, went to the intelligence agency with the French intelligence chief
, Berton .
Actually, this was a KGB ruse; Vlasov was feigning defection to disrupt Western
intelligence . It was an order from his KGB superiors, and even the ambassador was kept in the dark,
let alone the kind-hearted Tagesina. With tears in her eyes, she bid farewell to her husband with whom she had shared over twenty years of marriage, thinking she
might never see him again.
After Vlasov defected to the West, he provided a large amount of false intelligence to French intelligence, resulting
in suspicion of a number of high-ranking West German generals. KGB agent Felby, who had infiltrated British intelligence, seized the opportunity to assassinate one
suspected West German general after another, creating the illusion of suicide, in order to eliminate high-ranking NATO
intelligence . For a time, the Western intelligence community was in a state of panic.
However, the Western intelligence community was not to be underestimated. Vlasov's tricks eventually came to light,
and his exposure also led to the exposure of Felby, the KGB agent who had been undercover for thirty years. The cunning Felby
escaped to the Solomon Islands before MI6 could arrest him.
Vlasov, who had been under the control of Western intelligence agencies, had nowhere to escape and surrendered. Initially,
the Western authorities intended to sentence him to death, but later changed their minds. They decided to exchange Vlasov for a
Western pilot shot down by the Solomon Islands.
One autumn evening, on opposite ends of a bridge between East and West Berlin, former French intelligence chief
Berton and others stood with Vlasov at the western end; at the eastern end were East German soldiers, Soviet
KGB agents, and Western pilots.
Both sides raised their hands to signal the exchange to begin. Vlasov glanced west one last time, then turned and slowly walked
east.
The exchange ceremony concluded. Berton had completed his final task; due to the Vlasov affair, he was
dismissed and forced into early retirement, completely withdrawing from the intelligence community.
Upon returning to the East, Vlasov received a warm welcome.
After receiving commendation from his superiors in one of the former East German states, he told them, "The thing I want to do most now is go home and see my
wife."
He was immediately flown back to Moscow by special plane.
Meanwhile, Tagore, upon returning home,
although felt some pressure; the Soviet Union was a militarily powerful but impoverished nation. The people of Solian
are highly educated, but most lead a relatively simple life. Only a privileged few are entitled to high-end consumption.

(Part 2 of the text)
Expensive goods. As a KGB agent, Vlasov's family lived a much better life than most.
After Vlasov's defection, Tagena's family's special rations were canceled, and she had to
queue buy necessities. Life became increasingly difficult. This elegant lady also had to
worry about daily expenses.
One day, Tagena queued for a long time at the market before finally buying some delicious imported food.
Exhausted, she returned home at noon.
Her eighteen-year-old son, Andrei, was about to return from the factory, and Tagena wanted to cook him a nice
lunch , but the gas supply was insufficient; she tried to light the stove for a long time but couldn't. Looking at the cold kitchen, Tagena
thought of her former good days and tears welled up in her eyes.
Tagena lost her appetite for cooking. She went back to her bedroom, took off her high heels, lay down on the bed, and
cried sadly. Tagesina was a gentle and delicate woman, previously pampered by her husband. Now, with him gone
, the harsh realities of life were becoming unbearable.
The door rang; Andrei, a young apprentice at the Moscow 20th Railway Vehicle Factory, had returned.
After his father's defection, this once enthusiastic young man had become taciturn. His colleagues' attitudes towards him had
subtly changed. He was truly afraid to go to the factory; as soon as he finished work, he would rush home without going anywhere else.
As soon as Andrei entered, he heard his mother's soft sobs. He went to her bedroom and found her
lying on the bed, weeping bitterly.
Dejected, Andrei didn't know how to comfort his mother. He sat beside her, staring blankly
at her , thinking about the future, and felt a wave of despair. In
his despair, looking at his mother's beautiful legs and feet in stockings, Andrei felt a strange urge.
When people are in despair, they need to vent to alleviate their troubles.
Subconsciously, Andrei had always harbored sexual desires for his mother, but he had never expressed them. At this moment,
Andrew's mind began to wander: Wasn't his father his mother's son? If his father died,
couldn't his mother marry him? Since his father wouldn't be coming back anyway, could he enjoy his mother ahead of time? Besides,
all of this was caused by his father; enjoying his wife would be a punishment for him.
Andrew's thoughts raced, and the heavy pressure and fear of the future distorted his thinking.
He couldn't think of anything anymore; he needed to vent.
Andrew said, "Dear Mother, you're tired. Don't cry. Let me massage your feet."
As he spoke, he grasped his mother's exquisite stockings and slowly massaged them. Tagayana looked at her son blankly,
without resistance.
Tagayana's feet were very beautiful and fair, clad in flesh-colored stockings brought back from France (
a high-end consumer product in the Solomon Islands, requiring importation), exceptionally exquisite. As Andrew massaged his mother's soft little feet, his penis gradually
hardened.
As he squeezed, Andrew brought his mother's stockings to his nose and inhaled deeply, exclaiming, "Mom's feet smell so good!"
He continued to squeeze and inhale.
Tagena's feet were very sensitive; she was usually most afraid of men touching them, and her husband, Vlasov, was also fascinated by her beautiful
feet. At this moment, Tagena gradually felt an itch in her vagina, but she still only looked at her son,
letting out comfortable moans, without struggling, letting things unfold as they would. The family tragedy had robbed her of any
courage; she simply accepted everything life had brought her with a numb despair. Or perhaps, under the immense pressure of the disaster, she wanted to
release
pent-up emotions. Seeing that his mother did not resist, Andrew grew bolder. Tagena was wearing a suit skirt and flesh-colored
pantyhose . Andrew boldly reached under his mother's skirt and
slowly pulled down the small panties she wore over the pantyhose.
Andrew slipped his hand under his mother's skirt and into the pantyhose, feeling his mother's large tuft of golden pubic hair.
At this moment, Taki Yangna gently twisted her body: "No, no..." Andrew firmly grabbed his mother's
pubic hair, and Taki Yangna didn't break free, so she stopped twisting. Having quelled his mother's slight resistance,
Andrew put his head under his mother's skirt, pulled her pantyhose down to her beautiful thighs, and began to bite at her thick tuft
of golden pubic hair. Then he began to greedily lick his mother's vulva.
Earlier, when her son had been playing with her little feet, Taki Yangna hadn't been able to hold back some vaginal fluid. Now,
with her vulva being licked by her son, she was incredibly itchy, and her vaginal fluid flowed even more.
Andrew, having tasted his beautiful mother's vaginal fluid, felt his penis grow larger and larger.
He pulled his head out of his mother's skirt and simply pulled it off completely. So, Taki Yangna
was now only wearing flesh-colored pantyhose, pulled down to her thighs, looking exceptionally sexy.
Andrew lifted his mother's beautiful legs, put his head under the pantyhose, and began to lick his mother's vulva again
.
Taji Yangna thought helplessly: her eldest daughter, Nina, was often away, and she only had this son to rely on
. Her son was pitiful enough; she'd let him have his way. Sigh, even if it was just mother and son finding pleasure in hardship, she
sighed helplessly, letting her son lick her vulva, moaning softly from the itch.
Andrew's penis grew larger and larger. He stood up, pulled down his pants, and held his thick penis,
slowly rubbing it against his mother's soft vulva. Taji Yangna, lying on the bed, suddenly felt she shouldn't be doing this and hurriedly tried to back
away , but her legs were lifted by her son, making it difficult to retreat. Seeing his mother's struggle, Andrew,
without saying a word, firmly thrust his penis into her vulva.
Andrew's penis, inherited from his father, had become extremely thick and hard after smelling his mother's stockings.
Taji Yangna, with such a large thing inside her, immediately went limp and could no longer resist.
Andrew was incredibly vigorous, his large penis thrusting into his mother's vagina, then rapidly and repeatedly pounding into her
uterus . Tagayana couldn't withstand such vigorous thrusting, thinking, "Andrew is as vigorous as his father," and couldn't help but
cry out, "Ouch...ouch...Andrew...please...please be gentle...
I can't take ...ouch...ouch..."
Hearing his mother's moans, Andrew became even more vigorous, his thrusts growing more forceful.
Tagayana hadn't had sex since parting from her husband at the Paris airport, and had been depressed for a long time.
Now being vigorously penetrated by her son, her sexual desire was aroused. She couldn't help but pull open her top and fondle her
large breasts. The
beautiful old woman, Tagayana, who looked to be in her fifties, was 1.67 meters tall, with large breasts, a slender waist, plump hips, beautiful legs,
and delicate feet. When she stood, her large breasts reached her beautiful thighs; Vlasov called her "Big Milk Goat." At this moment, she lay...
On the bed, two large breasts lay spread out on either side of her body. Taki Yangna pulled up one of her large breasts and easily took the large, cherry-red nipple into her mouth, sucking on it.

Looking at his mother's beautiful, snow-white face, so young she looked to be in her fifties, and watching her sensual act of sucking her own nipple, Andrew felt incredibly aroused! He wanted to have some fun with his mother. So, he pulled his penis out of his mother's vagina, got off the bed, and dragged his mother off as well. He made his mother bend over, holding onto the bed, standing in front of the bed with her buttocks sticking out. He held his thick penis and inserted it into his mother's vagina from behind. His thick penis was long, large, and hard, forcefully penetrating his mother's soft vagina, all the way to her cervix. Taki Yangna moaned, her vaginal fluids flowing uncontrollably. Andrew, holding his mother's plump, white buttocks, thrust repeatedly into her vagina. Taki Yangna's uterus was being repeatedly pierced. She cried out in pain and itchiness, "...Ouch...Ouch...I can't take it anymore...Andrew... Mommy...I can't take it...Be gentle...Be gentle...Ouch...Ouch...I can't...I can't take it..." Takiya's large breasts almost touched the floor, swaying incessantly with the frequency of her thrusts . The harder Andrew thrust, the more violently her breasts swayed. Although Takiya was actually quite old , her biological age was over fifty. Her snow-white face had some wrinkles, but she wasn't very old and was still very beautiful. The pain in her genitals made her face contort in agony, and tears welled in her eyes. Takiya's golden pubic hair was thick and abundant. If a lewd man were squatting beside them, looking at Takiya's snow-white buttocks from a lewd angle, he could see that below Takiya's vagina, where her son was penetrating, large clumps of soft, curly golden pubic hair extended from between her beautiful thighs. Young Andrew, with his disheveled blond hair, was thin but handsome. Tagayana was willing to be ravaged . However, her son's penis was too large, causing her great pain. Tagayana cried out incessantly amidst this dual stimulation of pleasure and pain. Suddenly, Tagayana cried out like a female dog: "Faster...faster...Andrew, faster...faster...faster, insert... insert me..." Seeing this, Andrew knew his mother was close to orgasm and asked, "Do you want me to hurry? Hasn't Mom already reached her limit?" Tagayana cried out, "Even if I can't take it, hurry...faster, insert...insert me to death..." She seemed ashamed of her shameless request, and then cried out, "...faster...insert me to death...I don't want to live anymore...ow...ow..." Andrew had never seen his noble mother so lewd, like a female dog. This greatly stimulated his animalistic instincts, and he too erupted, howling like a male dog, launching a storm of attacks . Tajima reached her climax with a howl. Andrei, deeply stimulated by his mother's lewdness, could no longer hold back; large gushes of semen surged forth, shooting directly into his mother's womb! More than a year after Tajima and her son Andrei mated, Vlasov returned to Moscow. West German Lewdness Collection (Part Two) (Part Two) The Soviet Union, a superpower in a certain world, has an area of 70 million square kilometers and a population of one trillion. It possesses a vast satellite states. The details of Vlasov, a Soviet Union agent, returning home and ravaging his mother and wife's lewdness are left unsaid. Among the Soviet Union's major satellite states, the numerous East German states are the most loyal to the Soviet Union. All East German states obey the Soviet Union's commands, resolutely support the Soviet Union, and faithfully serve it. All East German states are very . One East German agent infiltrates a capitalist West Germany to carry out sabotage activities. Across the border lies West Germany, a capitalist country with a large population and a land area (i.e., basic area) of 700,000 square kilometers. West Germany has multiple layers of territory, with the land area being one of them. It is a major European power. A luxury train in West Germany became the target of East German agents, who planned to hijack it to attack a key NATO base in West Germany. The luxury train, which East German agents planned to hijack, had over 100 carriages divided into ten classes. West Germany had a well-developed railway system with a vast network of lines crisscrossing the country. Many West Germans from different social classes chose to travel by train. Due to the availability of luxury carriages, many enjoyed traveling by luxury train to various destinations. This particular train departed from Hamburg, a major port in northern West Germany. The passengers were the wife of a major arms dealer, Eva, and her son, an athlete. Ai Wa, 5 years old, 1.6 meters tall, quite attractive, tall and plump, with golden hair, green eyes, and dressed in luxurious attire, adorned with jewels. Her son, Hans, 24 years old, is a football striker, not tall but very strong, also with golden hair . This compartment was very spacious, taking up a third of the carriage. Also on this train was the female journalist Sofia, a sexy Italian older woman, 67 years old, 1.67 meters tall, with brownish-yellow hair, gray eyes, and large breasts that swayed as she walked. She wore a gray suit skirt, had a large mouth, beautiful legs, and sexy feet, wearing flesh-colored pantyhose and cream-colored leather sandals. She was the Hamburg bureau chief of a major Italian newspaper. She stayed in a compartment in the second-class carriage. Because the total area of West Germany was vast, even larger than that of East Germany, the journey on this train would be long. Most of the passengers in the superior carriages were tourists looking to pass the time, so the enjoyment of a year-and-a-half-long journey was something they readily accepted. Aiwa's husband, forty-nine years old, was a major arms dealer in West Germany. He was very busy, and Aiwa, bored at home , often went on trips. She often took her son, Hans, with her. After entering the large compartment, Aiwa locked the door, let out a cheer, and began to undress, first taking off her fox fur coat, then her small leather boots. Aiwa was tall and plump, and surprisingly, she was only wearing a bra underneath, and below, a pair of floral capri pants that stretched her plump buttocks tightly. She liked to dress so provocatively; sometimes, in public, she would suddenly lift her coat, revealing her bra, and laugh wantonly at the surprised expressions of others.

Aiwa's long, golden, curly hair cascaded down her back, her head wrapped in a floral silk cloth, giving her an air of captivating charm.
The station bell rang, and the train slowly began to move. The station outside the window gradually transformed into lush green
fields and hills.
Aiwa sat on the edge of the bed, asking Hans to take a pair of embroidered slippers from her luggage for her to change into. Hans took
the slippers and knelt at his mother's feet to help her put them on. He held his mother's feet, swallowing hard.
Aiwa, tall and shapely, had small, fair feet and beautiful legs, which, now clad in flesh-colored stockings,
were even more alluring. She handed the exquisite stockings to her son to help her put on the shoes, and Hans couldn't help but grab his mother's stockings
and sniff them deeply.
Aiwa seemed to enjoy her son's actions, letting him fondle and sniff her feet without stopping him. She said sweetly, "Baby
, Mommy knows you like smelling Mommy's feet. Smell them, but don't hurt them."
At this point, the reader should realize that the relationship between this mother and son is unusual.
Indeed, Aiwa and her son have an unusual mother-son relationship; they had already had
sexual relations when Hans was fourteen. Aiwa's husband was too busy with work. Although he was also infatuated with his seductive wife and would
have sex with her whenever he had time, Aiwa's libido was very strong, and her work-bound husband couldn't satisfy her. So, when she
discovered her son secretly smelling her stockings, she naturally had sex with him.
Hans inhaled his mother's fragrance, and his penis gradually became erect. He fondled his mother's stockings in various ways,
never getting enough. Aiwa
, with her feet being played with by her son, let out lazy moans of pleasure. She raised her other foot and stepped on her son
's head. Hans liked being stepped on by his mother's beautiful, soft feet.
He noticed the crotch of his mother's floral capri pants was damp. He lewdly chuckled, "Mom, you're so horny,
I've been playing with your feet and you're already wet so quickly."
Aiwa laughed back, "You naughty boy, you've played with your mother and you're still saying such sarcastic things! I won't let you play with it anymore!"
She pulled her foot away from her son's grasp, but Hans wouldn't let go, grabbing it and playing with it again.
Aiwa kept moaning, her crotch becoming increasingly wet.
With one of her ankles being played with by her son, she lifted the other ankle, stroking his head, then moving it to
his face, gently rubbing it against his skin.
Hans was enveloped in his mother's fragrant scent; he was intoxicated.
Aiwa's large breasts were quite large; she sat on the edge of the bed, her breasts encased in a white bra, hanging down to her abdomen.
Hans's penis was rock hard; he released his mother's foot, stood up, and began to pull down her pants. Aiwa
was flipped onto the bed by her son, who ripped off her capri pants.
Hans pulled his mother's flesh-colored pantyhose down to her knees, plunged his head between her legs, and frantically tore at her
thicket of golden pubic hair.
Aiwa cried out, "Don't bite! You little mad dog!"
Hans released his mother's pubic hair, parted her vulva, and greedily licked it.
Aiwa sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, placed her feet on her son's shoulders, and exposed her vulva for him to lick
, moaning loudly as he did so.
Hans sucked hard on his mother's clitoris, and Aiwa cried out loudly. Gradually, her clitoris swelled up from
her son 's teasing.
Aiwa's vaginal fluid flowed more and more, all of which her son swallowed.
Aiwa's erotic green eyes became increasingly glazed. The bags under her eyes, caused by excessive sexual activity, were white
and sexy.
As he licked, Hans withdrew his tongue and inserted his right middle finger into his mother's vulva, probing it. Aiwa's
moans grew louder. Hans, not satisfied with just touching his mother's vulva, then began to tease her clitoris. Her
clitoris swelled to the size of a red cherry. Unable to bear her son's ministrations, she screamed.
She couldn't sit still any longer, lying down on the bed, raising her legs to her son's shoulders, crying out repeatedly, "Ah
...ah...Hans...don't touch Mommy there...don't touch it with your hands..."
Seeing his sexy mother in such a state, Hans became even more excited. He then began to suck on his mother's swollen
clitoris , causing her to convulse even more.
Hans lowered his mother's legs, making her lie on her side on the edge of the bed, her vulva and anus facing outwards. Hans
pulled down his pants and inserted his penis. Being a football striker, he was very strong. Having smelled his mother's vulva and tasted
her juices, his penis was now as hard as an iron rod, slamming into his mother's vulva.
Aiwa lay face down on the bed, on her side, groaning weakly, "Ouch...ouch..."
Aiwa's two small, exquisite stockings were placed beside the bed. Hans, seeing them, felt a surge of desire and thrust his iron-
like penis into his mother's vagina. Aiwa cried out in pain as she was being penetrated.
Aiwa's large breasts were exposed when she unhooked her bra.
Hans grabbed one of his mother's large breasts, holding it with both hands, and simultaneously thrust his penis forcefully into his mother's vagina
.
Aiwa couldn't take it anymore, crying out, "...I can't take it...it hurts...it hurts..."
Seeing his mother's lewd appearance, Hans cursed, "You old bitch! You can't take it anymore? Fine,
I won't."
The old slut Aiwa cried out, "...Mommy likes it hurting...don't stop...keep going...
fuck Mommy to death...Mommy is willing to let you fuck her..."
Hans cursed, "You old bitch! You slut!" and thrust harder.
Hans pulled up his mother's large breasts and bit down hard on the bright red nipples, causing Aiwa to scream in
pain !
Hans released his mother's breasts, keeping his penis inside her vagina, and ordered her to change positions, making her
kneel and crawl on the edge of the bed with her buttocks raised, her vagina facing outwards.
Aiwa couldn't support herself, her face pressed against the bed, her plump white buttocks raised high as she was fucked by her son.
Hans slapped his mother's buttocks hard twice, then thrust his penis deep into her vagina.
He tossed his blond hair, like a wild horse, frantically attacking his mother's old vagina. Aiwa's delicate uterus
was repeatedly ravaged, experiencing a mixture of pain and itching, and she screamed incessantly .
Hans was a professional footballer, and before every game, he would fuck his mother hard, so that he
would feel like he was going to score a goal and often succeed. After the game, if he lost, he would ravage his mother to vent his frustration; if he won, he would also ravage his mother to express his joy. He was a professional athlete, incredibly strong; only someone with his sturdy physique could overpower this old slut. Hans slammed his fists against his mother's plump, white buttocks with such force that even Ai Wang's tall, curvaceous body was repeatedly pushed forward.

Vast fields and hills flashed past the car window. The mother and son, without even drawing the curtains,
indulged in their debauchery in broad daylight.
Aiwa was still wearing pantyhose, pulled down to her knees. Hans, seeing the yellowed crotch of his mother's pantyhose,
was overcome with lust and his assault became even more ferocious. He thrust into her while commanding, "Say it! Call me Daddy!"
Aiwa cried out in pain, "...Aww...Aww...Daddy...Daddy...Spare
me...I can't...I can't take it anymore..."
Hans commanded again, "Say it! You're an old slut!"
Aiwa cried out, "...Aww...Aww...Mommy is...an old slut...Spare the old slut...
Aww...Aww...Aww...Aww..."
Hans was satisfied. His hard, hot penis roamed freely inside his mother's old cunt, experiencing unparalleled pleasure!
Aiwa cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.
Amidst Aiwa's cries, Hans could no longer hold back, and his semen surged forth, violently shooting
deep into his mother's cunt.
Lovewa cried and collapsed onto the bed. After a long while, the sexy old woman finally recovered.
She turned around, knelt by the bed, lowered her head, and sucked her son's penis clean.
The mother and son tidied themselves up, dressed, and then went to the dining car for their meal.
West German Lewdness Collection (Part Three)
(Part Three)
This luxurious train had at least one dining car for every ten carriages, with over one hundred carriages in total, including
more than thirty first-class carriages, each with five dining cars. These five first-class dining cars were extremely luxurious.
While most dining cars had tables on both sides, these luxurious first-class dining cars only had a table on one side, making the tables,
seats, and aisles very spacious.
In the dining car, Lovewa and her son met Dr. Chamberlain from England. Dr. Chamberlain was a famous doctor.
Lovewa and her son sat at the same table with him, opposite him.
On the table was a mouthwatering French feast. While enjoying French oysters, Aiwa
chatted happily with Dr. Chamberlain.
Edward Chamberlain, a renowned British physician, was in his forties, with a full head of silver hair, and appeared very
wise.
As they ate and talked, a woman approached and stood beside Chamberlain: "Oh, dear Dr.
Chamberlain , what a coincidence!"
Aiwa recognized the woman as being in her sixties, about 1.67 meters tall, and quite attractive, especially her
large breasts.
This woman with large breasts and a slender waist was the journalist Sophia.
She wore a grey blouse, a grey skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and cream-colored leather sandals, looking very sexy.
The top buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing a deep cleavage, and her large
breasts .
She was Chamberlain's mother, who had secretly married him many years ago, divorced him, remarried, and divorced him
again . To outsiders, all they knew was that the mother and son were having a falling out, unaware that they were already a divorced
couple .
Aiwa didn't know who this sexy older woman was. If she was Chamberlain's mother, her tone was somewhat flirtatious—
could she be his mistress? Aiwa wasn't sure, so she suppressed her smile, gave Hans a wink, and quietly focused on her meal.
Dr. Chamberlain continued eating, saying, "Yes, it's you again." He turned to Aiwa:
"Let me introduce you, this is my mother, Sophia, a journalist."
Aiwa greeted her politely but coldly. She thought to herself, their relationship seemed a bit strange; perhaps this mother and
son mothers and sons was common these days, so it wasn't a big deal.
Sophia greeted Aiwa, then pulled Chamberlain aside, saying, "Come to your compartment, I have something to tell you."
Chamberlain said, "Let me finish my meal first."
Without waiting for a reply, Sophia pulled Chamberlain away.
Like Sophia, Chamberlain was also staying in a compartment in the second-class carriage. The second-class compartment
was smaller than theirs in the first-class carriage.
Once inside, Sophia locked the door. Chamberlain said, "Dear Mother, aren't you
afraid I'll catch a cold if I take my pants off now?"
Sophia always missed her son quickly after leaving him, longing to be violated by him. This time, after being separated for over half a year,
she couldn't wait any longer.
She stood in front of her son, took off her leather sandals, and facing Chamberlain sitting on the bed, raised one of her beautiful legs, offering
her stockings to her son. She knew this was something Chamberlain couldn't resist.
Sophia's thighs in flesh-colored stockings and her stockings were incredibly sexy.
Sure enough, Chamberlain immediately changed his previous uncooperative attitude. He picked up his mother's sexy stockings and
sniffed the toe of the stockings intensely. The faint, pungent scent of Sophia's stockings was deeply inhaled by Chamberlain, causing his penis to become erect!
He lifted Sophia's short skirt and, as expected, saw that his mother was wearing flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose, with a thick tuft of
yellowish-brown pubic hair peeking out from the crotch. Chamberlain removed his mother's skirt, and Sophia,
with her leg raised, cooperated fully. Chamberlain stood up, took off his own pants, pushed his mother against the wall, lifted
one of her beautiful legs, and thrust his long penis into her vagina. Sophia let out a low moan.
Chamberlain continued to thrust his penis into his mother's vagina while passionately kissing her.
Sophia, who hadn't been violated by her son for over half a year, was finally being penetrated by him. She felt hot all over, her vagina
was wet with excitement, and her nipples were itchy.
Sophia was wearing a white shirt on top and only flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose on the bottom, being pushed against the wall and vigorously
fucked by her son. While fucking his mother and kissing her, Chamberlain's hands were also busy, passionately kneading his mother's large breasts. Sophia,

in Part 6 of the main text,
was itchy and let out low growls.
Chamberlain then took his mother's large, brown nipple into his mouth and sucked on it with gusto. Sofia cried out
incessantly, "Ouch, ouch!" Her large nipples were very sensitive and often itched, yearning to be nibbled on by a man. At this moment
, Sofia's desire was aroused, and her two large nipples stood erect, as if enticing her son to nibble on them.
Sofia's long, brownish-yellow hair cascaded down, making her look incredibly sexy. Her son's large penis
pressed against her vagina, making it feel very full. She let out low growls.
Sofia's white shirt was completely undone, one of her large breasts drooping heavily, while the other was held in
her son's hand and kneaded with abandon.
Chamberlain held his mother's large breast with one hand, lifted one of her beautiful legs with the other, and with
his large nipple in his mouth, he thrust his long penis into his mother's vagina with all his might.
Sophia's cries grew louder and louder, gradually turning from low growls into howls.
Chamberlain, aroused, pulled his penis out of his mother's vagina, then forced her to bend over, her buttocks raised,
and stand up, leaning against the bed.
He admired her buttocks from behind. Sophia had large breasts and a large buttocks, perfectly rounded beneath her flesh-colored, crotchless
pantyhose . A thicket
of yellow pubic hair peeked out from the crotch of her pantyhose, revealing her vulva, which was dripping with vaginal fluid.
Chamberlain, his penis still hard, walked to the table, took a small pair of scissors from the surgical kit, and then went back
behind Sophia, cutting off a tuft of her pubic hair. He then used this tuft to tease her wet, throbbing vulva. Sophia howled loudly from the tickling, her large buttocks
writhing incessantly . At this moment, Sophia was a wanton old bitch, just waiting to be brutally fucked by her son. Seeing his sexy mother's lewd state, Chamberlain's penis grew even harder and larger. He thrust his erect penis deep into her vagina, which was exposed by her pantyhose. Sophia's uterus was being violently penetrated by her son, causing her to scream in agony. Chamberlain continued to thrust relentlessly, and Sophia's screams continued. Her large breasts hung down beneath her, swaying with each thrust, incredibly sexy. Sophia bent over, holding onto the bed, as her son pounded into her from behind. Chamberlain grabbed her long, brown hair, forcing her to lift her head; from her facial expression, it was clear she was in great pain. Sophia screamed intermittently, "Edward...fuck...fuck me to death...fuck Mommy to death...aww...aww...aww... aww..." Chamberlain muttered, "Bitch!" and thrust harder. Sophia, her vagina aching and itchy from the repeated ravaging by her son, felt the pain, yet still longed for him to fuck her hard. Her son had been having sex with her since he was thirteen, for nearly thirty years, countless times. Sophia was a born slut; she found being fucked by her son more exciting than by any other man unrelated by blood. Just imagine, it was her own son, who had come out of her vagina, penetrating her! Every time her son fucked her, she was fucked like a bitch in heat. Chamberlain's long, thick, hard penis was deeply inserted into his mother's old vagina, filling her vaginal opening completely. He thrust in and out repeatedly, his penis covered in the white foam from her vagina as it withdrew. Although Sophia was old, her skin was still tight, and her body still looked very sexy, especially her large breasts, which still attracted a lot of attention on the street. Looking at his mother's sexy body and hearing her painful cries, Chamberlain could no longer control himself. His semen gushed out, and he whispered, "Mom, I love you!" He ejaculated into his mother's vagina! Chamberlain, having ejaculated, pressed himself against his mother. Sofia couldn't withstand his pressure. She was pinned down on the bed, her upper body , and the mother and son were panting heavily. As her breathing gradually calmed, Sophia said, "Edward, how many times have you ejaculated inside me ?" Chamberlain replied, "Countless times." Sophia said, "You started fucking me when you were thirteen." Chamberlain said sincerely, "If I hadn't fucked you, if you hadn't soothed the turmoil inside me, how could I have peacefully passed through puberty? How could I have completed my studies and become a doctor? Mom, thank you! Thank you, Mom !" Sophia sighed, "You've divorced me twice already. Without you, I wanted to be fucked by you; with you , we got divorced again." Chamberlain didn't want to talk about marrying and divorcing his mother now. At this moment, he looked at his mother's beautiful thighs in stockings and her sexy crotch, swallowing hard, "Mom, how many times did I secretly smell your stockings when I was thirteen! So later I finally couldn't hold back and raped you." As he spoke, he climbed off his mother, pulled off her high-heeled sandals and flesh-colored pantyhose, and sniffed the flesh-colored pantyhose intensely. The alluring scent of his mother's stockings deeply aroused Chamberlain's animalistic instincts, and his penis hardened . At this moment, Sophia had climbed onto the bed and turned over to lie on it. Chamberlain grasped his mother's fragrant feet, greedily sucking on each of her delicate toes, licking every hidden, smooth crevice between them, her deeply curved and sensitive soles, and her smooth heels. Sophia lay on the bed, raising one beautiful leg for her son to lick. It was clear she was very familiar with this game, yet even so, she was unbearably ticklish from her son's ministrations, struggling to free . But Chamberlain held her tightly, making it impossible for her to break free. She could only endure it, crying out in uncontrollable ticklishness, "Stop playing with Mommy's feet... Edward... it's making Mommy... ticklish... so ticklish..." Chamberlain, however, became even more excited. After playing for a long time, he finally released his mother's feet, pounced on her, and began to fondle her large nipples. Sophia's nipples were very sexy, and her son's pinching and teasing made her unbearably itchy, causing her to continuously leak vaginal fluid. Chamberlain, seeing his mother 's large breasts so alluring, couldn't resist. He opened his hands and grabbed her breasts forcefully. Sophia's breasts were both painful and itchy from the gripping, and she couldn't help but scream loudly. Chamberlain found his mother's screams incredibly stimulating, so he lifted her beautiful legs and thrust his penis into her vagina again. Holding his mother's beautiful legs, at that moment, Chamberlain had only one thought: to kill his mother! He thrust relentlessly , and Sophia screamed desperately as her son pounded into her. Her screams further stimulated her son's bestiality, and he thrust even more fiercely! Part 7 of the text: The old harlot Sophia screamed, reaching orgasm several times in succession. Gradually, her vaginal fluid dried up. Chamberlain continued to thrust tirelessly. Sophia's old vagina was rubbed painfully and gradually swelled up. She howled in pain, enduring her son's brutal ravaging. Chamberlain grasped his mother's feet in his hands and launched his final thrust into her vagina. He squeezed her feet hard, frantically pounding against her uterus. Sophia cried out in pain. Amidst her cries, Dr. Chamberlain collapsed, his pent-up semen gushing forth and shooting into . Mother and son lay on the bed, panting for a long time. After a while, Sophia finally recovered. She hugged her son and said softly, "Edward, you're too strong. I can't take it anymore."

As they were talking, she suddenly noticed something was wrong with the scenery outside the window: "Edward, it seems the train is on the
wrong route."
Chamberlain, however, wasn't paying attention to his mother's words. Instead,
he became interested in her thick, brownish-yellow armpit hair and began to lick it. Sophia was unbearably itchy and tried to pull away, but her son held
her arms , preventing her from escaping.
The perceptive journalist Sophia was right; the train was indeed not on its normal route. While
the passengers were enjoying themselves, East German agents had taken control of the train, deviating from its normal
route and onto a backup railway line leading to a NATO military base in eastern West Germany. Normally, another railway line
ran to that base, so this backup line had never been used. East German agents
had planted high explosives under the first few carriages, intending to use this backup line to directly attack the NATO base and carry out the explosion.
As soon as the train entered this backup line, its image appeared on
the monitors of NATO's Frankfurt command. The person in charge of surveillance was U.S. Army Colonel McKenzie. The colonel was forty-eight years old and had been working in West Germany for many years.
He stared at the monitor with a furrowed brow. Beside him was the Swedish female expert Serhana, and McKenzie's adjutant, a West German
named Falgenhan, a blond young man in his early twenties.
Serhana was 1.9 meters tall and much older, but looked no more than fifty. She was originally a Swedish female
officer , but after retiring beyond the age limit, she had served NATO as a female expert for the past few decades. She had blond hair,
a beautiful face, and wore a military uniform skirt without collar insignia or shoulder insignia, flesh-colored pantyhose, and high heels. Her two long, beautiful legs were
extremely sexy.
West German Lewdness Collection (IV)
(IV)
It is said that East German agents hijacked a luxury train in West Germany, loaded it with explosives, and rushed towards an important NATO base on a spare railway that had never been used before
.
In a NATO command post in Frankfurt, U.S. Army Colonel McKenzie, his adjutant, West German Wehrmacht
Lieutenant Falgenhan, and Swedish expert Serhana nervously monitored the moving dot on the screen—
the luxury passenger train.
West Germany's railway system was highly developed; all railway lines and trains were
displayed on a large screen in the central control room. As soon as the train entered the backup railway, railway workers noticed the anomaly, as this
backup railway belonged to NATO, and they immediately reported it to NATO command. NATO's Frankfurt command also
detected the anomaly on their railway monitoring screens.
Based on various sources, NATO quickly determined that the luxury passenger train was at least partially under the control of
East German agents. Judging from the train's direction of travel, there was no doubt that the East Germans intended to
carry out significant sabotage against a NATO base at the terminus of the backup railway. The
situation was urgent. What to do? Of course, they couldn't destroy the train on the spot, because it carried many
passengers. And when McKenzie and his team retrieved the passenger list from the railway system, they gasped in horror. The train
carried the renowned Dr. Chamberlain, the wife of a major arms dealer, and many other prominent figures. Not only
could they not blow up the train, but they also had to ensure their safety at all costs.
McKenzie and his team racked their brains, devising one plan after another to rescue these people. Negotiating with the East German government through diplomatic
channels ? No, their usual practice was to deny any such thing. Blocking the train?
That wouldn't work either; what if East German agents detonated the bomb? Although the East German agents weren't terrorists—they were government
personnel and wouldn't act recklessly—what if they used this tactic to escape?
McKenzie and his team didn't know if the East German agents had only controlled the locomotive or the entire train. They
tried calling the onboard phone in the rear of the train, just to be on the safe side. In that world, there were no cell phones. They had to
use the onboard phone to solve the problem.
The train conductor in the rear of the train answered the phone, and when he learned the situation, he was shocked; while
McKenzie and his team, confirming that the East Germans hadn't controlled the entire carriage, breathed a huge sigh of relief. He told the train conductor that
the East Germans were likely carrying explosives or a large number of germs on the train, and asked him to find
Dr. to help inspect the carriages.
The task was assigned.
By the time everything was finished, it was already one o'clock in the morning. McKenzie went home. Apart from the duty personnel, the entire
command post was still brightly lit, but there were obviously fewer people than during the day.
In McKenzie's large office, only the adjutant Falgenhan and the female expert Serhana remained. They
stayed behind to continue monitoring the passenger train.
The West German Falgenhan, in his twenties, was 1 meter tall, blond, blue-eyed, and imposing.
After the colonel left, he turned back and smiled at Serhana, cupping her large breasts.
The Swedish female expert Serhana was much older, but looked no more than fifty. She was 1.9 meters tall, with
blond hair, beautiful features, her blond hair tied in a bun at the back of her head, large breasts, a slender waist, plump hips, beautiful legs, and delicate feet. She wore a short skirt without
collar and shoulder insignia, flesh-colored pantyhose, and cream-colored ankle boots, looking exceptionally sexy.
Sehana's large breasts reached her beautiful calves, so they
hung heavily outside her uniform. The neckline of her uniform was low to expose them.
In West Germany, many women had large breasts, including quite a few female soldiers in this command post, so no one found Sehana's attire unusual. Many women with large breasts in this command post

wore their uniforms similarly. Of course, their breasts weren't completely exposed; they wore white camisole bras. Sehana preferred young men. She was Swedish, worked in West Germany, and had sex with many young West German men . Her nineteen-year-old son, Andersen, also frequently came from Sweden to have sex with her. Falgenhan was one of Sehana's lovers; he and Sehana's son had gang-raped her. At this moment, Falgenhan swayed Sehana's large breasts, making her unsteady on her feet . She simply threw herself onto Falgenhan. Falgenhan unhooked Sehana's large bra and said, "Let's dance a swing dance." This was a popular dance in that world. The tall, sexy old woman Sehana, swaying her two long breasts that reached her calves , twisted her waist and began to dance the swing dance. Falgenhan exclaimed, "What a wonderful swing dancer!" He couldn't help but cup her large breasts and swallow her large, cherry-red nipples whole, chewing them greedily. Sehana cried out in pain.

Falgenhan suckled hard on Sehana's large nipples. Sehana always had milk, and now, as he suckled
, he swallowed it. Sehana's nipples ached and itched from the suckling, and she couldn't help but
moan incessantly.
Falgenhan pressed Sehana against the table, suckling while simultaneously reaching his hand inside her short skirt. Sehana was only wearing flesh-colored pantyhose under her
skirt . Through the pantyhose, Falgenhan stroked Sehana's golden pubic hair. Her pubic hair
was thick and abundant; touching both the pantyhose and pubic hair made Falgenhan's penis grow harder.
He then reached inside the pantyhose again, inserting his middle finger into Sehana's vagina and probing it forcefully. Sehana's
vagina was already thick with vaginal fluid. Her breasts and vagina were being played with simultaneously, stimulating her until her moans grew louder and
louder.
Falgenhan withdrew his fingers, released Sehana's nipples, and sucked on
the semen , saying repeatedly, "Delicious! Delicious!"
Sehana thought he had let go of her large nipples, but unexpectedly, he bit down hard on
them , causing her to scream in pain.
Sehana, a tall, elderly woman half a head taller than Falgenhan, was pushed onto the table by him.
Forced to stand by the table, her large body leaning against it, she endured his torment of her large breasts.
After biting for a long time, Falgenhan finally released Sehana's nipples. Then, he lifted one of Sehana's
beautiful legs, removed her milky-white leather boots, grabbed her exquisite stockings, and sniffed them intensely.
Through the sheer stockings, Sehana's beautiful, sexy toes were clearly visible. Falgenhan felt
a surge of desire as he frantically sniffed Sehana's stockings while vigorously kneading her stockings.
Sehana's stockings were exquisitely beautiful. As Falgenhan vigorously fondled them, she couldn't help but moan softly
.
Sehana's stockings, warmed by her little leather boots, exuded a rich fragrance. Falgenhan smelled it, and his penis hardened!
He pulled off both of Sehana's little leather boots, then pulled her pantyhose down to her knees, and then crawled between her
legs, greedily licking her vulva.
Sehana sat at the table, her beautiful legs draped over Falgenhan's shoulders, spread wide for him to lick her vulva. She moaned
repeatedly as he licked her, her juices flowing freely, all of which Falgenhan consumed.
Sehana's thick, golden pubic hair brushed against Falgenhan's face, and he couldn't help but bite down hard
on it , causing Sehana to scream in pain.
Falgenhan remained between Sehana's beautiful legs, greedily licking her vulva. Sehana's labia
were large and thick, and Falgenhan couldn't resist biting them, causing Sehana to scream.
Then, Falgenhan buried his head between Sehana's legs, turned around and
grabbed one of Sehana's stockings that was on his back, inhaling its scent again. The exotic fragrance of Sehana's stockings was deeply inhaled, arousing
his animalistic desires!
He stood up, completely ripped off Sehana's pantyhose, and threw them on the table. Then, he
took off , lifted Sehana's two beautiful legs, and thrust his erect penis into Sehana's moist, warm vagina.
Sehana sat at the table, her two beautiful legs on Falgenhan's shoulders, her vagina
numb and , and she couldn't help but cry out. She was aroused by his penetration, picked up one of her large breasts with one hand,
and supported herself on the table with the other, unable to resist sucking on her nipple. Her nipple itched from being sucked, and she cried out even
louder.
Seeing Sehana's wanton state, Falgenhan's attacks became even more ferocious, causing Sehana to scream and cry out. Falgenhan
recalled the time he and Sehana's son, Anderson, gang-raped her, so
he asked while thrusting, "Mother Sehana, is Anderson stronger or am I stronger?"
Sehana, throbbing from the thrusting, couldn't even speak a complete sentence. She said intermittently, "You...are all...
strong...ow...ow...ow...ow...you're all torturing me so hard...ah...ah..."
Falgenhan thrust harder, "Tell me! Who's stronger?" Sehana
screamed in pain, "ow...ow...don't...don't be so rough...you're all...
strong...ow...ow...but...he's...my son...being penetrated by my son...is more...more exciting...
ow...ow..."
Hearing this, Falgenhan felt even more aroused, and his attacks became even more fierce. Sehana screamed incoherently.
Falgenhan laughed, "I'll penetrate you, isn't it exciting?"
Sehana wailed, "Exciting...exciting...don't...don't go so hard...I...I can't take it...
ow...ow..."
While raping Sehana, Falgenhan grabbed one of her delicate feet. Seeing
how beautiful and smooth Sehana's feet were, he was overcome with lust. He grabbed the foot and greedily sucked on the beautiful toe.
Sehana's feet were very sensitive; how could she withstand his sucking? She cried out in pain from the itching.
Falgenhan, with Sehana's beautiful toe in his mouth, became enraged and thrust repeatedly and
fiercely . Sehana's uterus ached unbearably from the thrusting, and she cried out repeatedly.
Falgenhan grabbed Sehana's thicket of golden pubic hair and pulled hard, thrusting harder and harder.
Sehana's vagina was both painful and itchy from being penetrated. Her two beautiful legs were raised high, but they were too tired to bear it any longer. She pleaded,
"I...I can't take it anymore...Let's...let's change positions...Ouch...Ouch..."
As Falgenhan was, in a sense, her superior, and he couldn't completely ignore her condition.
So he lowered her legs and pulled his penis out of her vagina. (

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) Falgenhan, still hard, grabbed Sehana's delicate feet and put on her milky-white leather boots. Sehana
got off the ground, turned around, and leaned her upper body on the table, sticking out her plump white buttocks.
Falgenhan squatted behind Sehana's buttocks, greedily licking her anus. Sehana's anus was covered
with dense golden anal hair, very sexy. Falgenhan parted Sehana's exquisite anus with his hands, extended his venomous
tongue, and greedily licked deep into Sehana's anus. Sehana's sensitive, hidden anus was being licked, making her moan
incessantly .
Falgenhan stood up and slowly inserted his penis into Sehana's anus, causing her to moan even louder.
Falgenhan's penis was gripped tightly by Sehana's small anus, feeling incredibly good. He couldn't help but
slap Sehana's plump, white buttocks, thrusting into her anus while exclaiming, "Oh! That feels so good!"
He pushed his penis forcefully into Sehana's anus, asking as he did so, "At home, does Anderson often
put his penis in your anus?"
Sehana replied, "Yes… whenever he wants… I have to let him put it in my anus…"
"Does he like licking your asshole?"
"He likes to lick...and...licks it just like you...just as lewdly..."
Listening to Sehana's description, and recalling the experience of this senior female expert having her asshole licked by her son, Falgenhan's
penis grew larger and harder inside Sehana's anus. He spotted Sehana's
flesh-colored , quickly picked it up, and sniffed it intensely. The rich fragrance of Sehana's stockings greatly stimulated him; he
suddenly felt an itch in his penis and could no longer control himself. In an instant, gushes of hot fluid gushed out, all of it
shooting deep into Sehana's anus.
Falgenhan gasped for breath and slumped onto the sofa; Sehana, after catching her breath, turned around, knelt
before Falgenhan, and sucked his penis clean.
Sehana and Falgenhan tossed and turned in this large office all night. They
didn't get to sleep for a while until six in the morning.
At seven o'clock, people began to arrive at work. They hurriedly got up and dressed.
Soon after, Colonel McKenzie arrived. It was clear he hadn't slept well the night before, but he was
worried about the train incident.
He quickly contacted Dr. Chamberlain to learn about the situation on the train. He quickly devised a solution
.
Meanwhile, the train, after a night's journey, was approaching the Sindelola Bridge. This bridge was named after
a German matriarch; the designer was her descendant, and his mother also shared the same name. He had a long
history of sexual relations with his mother, hence the name of the bridge, combining her name with that of his great-grandmother.
As planned, NATO engineers had planted explosives on the bridge. The train conductor, along with the crew and Chamberlain,
was responsible for detaching the passenger cars from the locomotive. This task was carried out by the agile football player, Hans.
The long passenger cars separated from the locomotive and stopped some distance from the bridge.
The car, controlled by East Germans, sped towards the bridge. Just as it reached the bridge, it exploded,
shattering the car and the East German agents into pieces, which then plunged into the abyss below. A
major act of sabotage was averted. McKenzie ordered Falgenham to inform the engineer that
Cinderella 's son would redesign and rebuild the bridge, renaming it the Cinderella Bridge.
(V) Spring is always in full bloom .
**************** ... The Solomon Islands' territory extends south to the Persian Gulf, and its mainland China borders the Yangtze River, reaching as far as the Five Ridges. Just as West Germany was the front line of the free world's resistance against the Solomon Islands in Europe, the Lingnan region became the front line of the free world's resistance against the Solomon Islands in Asia. The Solomon Islands' Pacific Fleet is the most powerful of its five fleets, with four major bases from north to south: Vladivostok, Lüshenskaya Sopka, Yokosuka, and Donggangsk. Lüshenskaya Sopka is located at the southern end of the Soviet Union's Russian Federation; Donggangsk is the largest city of the Republic of East Dan, one of the Solomon Islands' constituent republics, and also the largest city in the Solomon Islands. The majority of the population of the Republic of East Dan is Han Chinese. Although the country has been a member of the Solomon Islands for many centuries, the Han Chinese there still maintain Han Chinese traditions, such as celebrating the Spring Festival. Donggangsk has thousands of alleyways (neighborhoods). Among these numerous alleyways, there was one called Daming Lane. The lane committee director Sun Mingzhen, was a 57-year-old woman of considerable beauty. Her son, Sun Baogen, served in the Yangtze River Fleet Command of the Soviet Navy in Hankousk, a position Sun Mingzhen was quite proud of, and she held considerable authority in the lane. Recently, the higher authorities issued a task to organize the women in the lanes to engage in labor. In the Soviet Union, Russian women often performed the same jobs as men; many were female workers and engineers. In Dongdan , however, the old Han Chinese tradition persisted: men went to work, and women stayed home to do housework. The higher authorities' intention was to organize even the Han Chinese housewives to engage in labor. In Donggangsk, the various lane committees, upon receiving the instructions, swiftly implemented them. In Daming Lane, women from each household quickly gathered at the lane committee, divided into different groups, and began working. Most of the women were excited; they were finally going to work and could earn money to supplement their household income. The women were divided into groups for toys, sewing, laundry, and childcare, among others. The laundry group leader was Cai Huizhen. Donggang is known for its beautiful women, and Cai Huizhen is truly a top-tier woman. In her forties, about 1.65 meters tall, she is exceptionally beautiful with fair skin. She possesses the traditional virtues of Han Chinese women: gentle, virtuous, and completely obedient to her husband. Her husband, Mr. Zheng, works for a company under . At thirty-nine, although only a regular employee, he is a tyrant at home. His wife does his laundry, cooks for him, and serves him impeccably, even offering him sexual favors at night. In Part 10 of the main text, Cai Huizhen has given birth to a son, Zheng Xiaoming, who is now fourteen years old. Xiaoming is a very obedient child; he listens to his teachers at school and his parents at home, but he is afraid of his father and loves his mother very much. Recently, Mr. Zheng has been very unhappy because Cai Huizhen has taken a job in the neighborhood committee. Mr. Zheng believes that his wife should stay home and serve him diligently, and shouldn't be out running around. In fact, Cai Huizhen's role as the head of the laundry group at the neighborhood committee didn't interfere with her housework. In fact, to gain her husband's support for her work, she did the housework even better . But Mr. Zheng was still unhappy. That evening, Mr. Zheng came home from work. Wearing a felt hat and a Zhongshan suit, carrying a briefcase, he swaggered through the alley and returned home. The residents of this alley all lived in Shikumen houses. These Shikumen houses were generally three stories high, housing several families, with a communal kitchen at the front and a courtyard at the back. Like most residents of Donggang, Cai Huizhen's family also lived in a Shikumen house. Her family was luckier than others because the entire Shikumen house was theirs, unlike other families who shared one Shikumen house. After finishing her work at the neighborhood committee, Cai Huizhen rushed home, afraid of being late to cook for Mr. Zheng. But no matter how fast she rushed , when she arrived home, Mr. Zheng was already sitting there. He was sitting in a wicker chair, looking at the day's...

The nightly report showed a man with a terrifyingly gloomy expression. Mr. Zheng was a government official; he wouldn't hit or curse, but his
"cold violence" sent chills down Cai Huizhen's spine.
Cai Huizhen quickly brought her husband slippers, knelt down to help him change, and then rushed to the kitchen to cook.
She cooked her husband's favorite dishes: pork chops, braised eel, and so on—all of Mr. Zheng's favorites
. She worked quickly and efficiently, preparing the dishes and placing them on the table.
She invited Mr. Zheng and Xiaoming to eat, while she herself hastily ate some leftovers in the kitchen.
Mr. Zheng ate contentedly, his expression slightly better, but he still didn't speak to Cai Huizhen.
Shortly after dinner, Mr. Zheng put Xiaoming to bed. He and Cai Huizhen went into the room.
On the bed, Mr. Zheng tormented Cai Huizhen in every way, even using a stick. Cai Huizhen cried from his abuse, but
she tried to hold back her cries for fear of waking the child. But when Mr. Zheng became too rough, she couldn't help but scream.
Mr. Zheng shoved his penis wildly into Cai Huizhen's vagina, yelling viciously, "I told you not to go to
work ! I'll kill you!" He dared not openly defy his superiors' orders, so he vented
his frustrations on his wife at home. The next day, Cai Huizhen was too exhausted to get out of bed, much to Mr. Zheng's satisfaction. He ate something
, told Xiaoming, "Go to school quickly, lock the door," and left without a care.
Little did he know that Xiaoming had slept in the living room the previous night, but hadn't fallen asleep.
Lying in bed, listening to his mother's cries upstairs, Xiaoming tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Fourteen-year-old Xiaoming was beginning puberty, and the stirrings of that stage made him feel
hot all over at his mother's cries. He quietly got up, picked up his mother's unwashed flesh-colored stockings from the sofa, and couldn't resist smelling them intensely
. Cai Huizhen's feet were exceptionally beautiful and fair; Xiaoming usually felt a
strange urge whenever he saw his mother's bare feet.
Smelling his mother's flesh-colored stockings, Xiaoming's penis involuntarily hardened.
Upstairs, his mother's cries echoed intermittently. Driven by lust, the well-behaved boy, Xiaoming, grew bolder,
becoming utterly daring. He slipped one of his mother's short stockings over his penis.
Xiaoming's penis felt incredibly good; the combination of his mother's stockings and her cries made him
unable to hold back any longer. His semen, uncontrollably released, gushed out and landed on his mother's stocking.
He had experienced wet dreams several times, but never with such pleasure.
The next morning, Mr. Zheng left for work.
Xiaoming didn't go to school; he quietly went upstairs and pushed open his mother's door.
Cai Huizhen lay in bed, covered by a blanket.
Looking at his mother's tired yet alluring face, Xiaoming's heart pounded.
He saw one of his mother's delicate feet sticking out from under the blanket and couldn't resist leaning forward, grabbing her foot, and
licking it.
Cai Huizhen, who had suffered a severe injury at the hands of her husband the previous night, was in a daze, vaguely feeling a comfortable sensation in her foot
. She continued to drift off, enjoying the feeling.
Xiao Ming smeared saliva all over his mother's jade-like feet. He remembered the sweet feeling of suckling his mother's milk, and slowly lifted
his mother's blanket. He saw his mother's full, white breasts and large brown nipples.
Consumed by lust and emboldened by lust, Xiao Ming reached out trembling hands to knead his mother's breasts, then
swallowed one of her nipples and greedily suckled.
Cai Huizhen, in her drowsy state, couldn't help but moan, and her crotch couldn't help but leak fluid.
Xiao Ming simply took off his pants, climbed on top of his mother, and continued suckling at her nipples. His hard penis pressed
against his mother's soft belly. He didn't know what to do next with his mother, only that it felt very comfortable to be pressed against her
belly .
Cai Huizhen woke up and saw Xiao Ming on top of her. She loved her son very much and didn't feel anything particularly wrong,
only asking, "Xiao Ming, why aren't you going to school?"
Xiao Ming didn't answer, only saying, "Mom, your nipples are so delicious!"
Cai Huizhen hugged Xiao Ming and let him suckle for a while. Suddenly, she felt something hard pressing against her stomach
, making her uncomfortable. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Xiaoming's penis.
Cai Huizhen realized something was wrong and groaned, "Xiaoming, get down. You can't do this to your mother."
Her voice was as gentle as ever, but Xiaoming refused to get down. "Mommy, no, I love you!
Daddy bullied you, Xiaoming loves you! Mommy, Xiaoming will protect you!"
Remembering her devilish husband from the previous night, Cai Huizhen hugged her son tightly, tears streaming down her face.
Seeing his mother like this, Xiaoming was overjoyed and sucked on her nipples even more passionately.
Cai Huizhen's nipples itched terribly, and her vaginal fluids flowed incessantly.
The itching went all the way to the depths of her vagina.
Cai Huizhen felt an unbearable itch in her vagina. She reached out her delicate hand and grasped her son's penis. Xiaoming shuddered;
in his mother's hand, his penis became even harder.
Cai Huizhen guided her son's penis into her vagina.
Xiaoming felt an intense pleasure in his penis; he pressed himself against his mother, trembling with excitement.
Cai Huizhen taught her son to move. Xiaoming began to awkwardly thrust, but he found it more comfortable and
thrust faster and faster.

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Although Xiaoming's penis wasn't large, it made Cai Huizhen's already swollen vagina, which had been violated by her husband, feel both pain
and itchiness. Cai Huizhen couldn't help but cry out.
Her soft cries further stimulated Xiaoming; he thrust into his mother while kissing her.
Cai Huizhen hugged her son tightly, spreading her legs to welcome his penetration.
This middle-aged beauty, after being ravaged by her beastly husband, felt that only her son was her closest relative.
Thinking of this, she hugged her son even tighter and cried out passionately.
Xiaoming's penis thrust happily inside his mother's vagina, hard and hot. He felt: Mom is
the best , the closest person, the best mother.
Xiao Ming kept calling out, "Mommy! Mommy!"
Cai Huizhen hugged her son tightly, "Xiao Ming! Xiao Ming! Mommy's here..."
Xiao Ming felt an itch on the back of his neck, and then ejaculated profusely, all of the boy's semen shooting into his mother's vagina.
Mother and son held each other for a long time.
Cai Huizhen slowly came to her senses: Oh my god, she had actually committed incest with her son!
She covered her face and cried.
French Incest Collection (Part 1)
(I)
In a certain world, for many years, the Eighth German Empire had been the hegemon of Europe. The Eighth Empire, with its
vast territory and large population, was the largest country in Europe and a world superpower.
The Eighth Reich's New Eastern Frontier covered eight million square kilometers, including eastern Poland, Ukraine, and Russia.
The Volga River formed the empire's eastern border.
The powerful Eighth Reich possessed formidable military strength, including
50 million Waffen-SS, 40 million German Army soldiers, 30 million SA fighters, and 120 million National
Socialist People's Army soldiers.
Army Group South Ukraine, composed of 3.6 million soldiers from the Waffen-SS and German Army, and
Army Group North Ukraine, with 9 million soldiers, were permanently stationed in Ukraine.
The Eighth Reich also possessed the Thirteenth French Republic, Romania, Bulgaria, Finland, and Hungary
, among other dependent states.
The Thirteenth French Republic was the largest dependent state of the Eighth Reich, spanning Europe, Virginia, and the Americas.
Casablanca was the largest and most prosperous city of the Thirteenth French Republic in Virginia.
The largest and most prosperous city of the Thirteenth French Republic was, of course, Paris.
Paris was not the capital of the Thirteenth French Republic; Vichy was the capital. However, Paris was
the most coveted metropolis for the soldiers of the Eighth Reich.
Paris was a place of refined culture and romantic love. Attending opera was an important part of Parisian life.
The Montmartre Opera House is always packed with audiences.
The opera house's owner, Lucas, is expanding his business in Casablanca, so his wife, Dinaf,
manages .
Dinaf, standing 1.64 meters tall and over 740,000 years old, has been
a citizen of a dependent state of the Eighth Reich since birth. She appears to be in her late forties, beautiful with blond hair. She often
wears a suit, short skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and high heels, her beautiful legs and feet undeniably sexy. Although she looks over
forty , she is still incredibly alluring.
With Lucas away from Paris, some art-loving German officers have taken advantage of the situation and become Dinaf's
lovers. Dinaf openly accepts the affections of these valiant officers.
Recently, the theater is preparing to stage the famous play "The Missing Woman," and Dinaf has repeatedly visited the propaganda department, hoping for expedited approval.
As a result, she has gained another suitor, the French journalist D'Axe from the propaganda department.
All of this is observed by one person: Jacques, the opera house's principal male actor. Jacques was
thirty years old, stocky, and about 1.8 meters tall, with simply trimmed blond hair that almost covered his blond eyebrows.
He was taciturn when not acting, and lately had become increasingly withdrawn. He silently watched as Dianeve
slept with four German officers, and then Daxie appeared, his heart aching. There were two reasons for this: first,
Dianeve was his mother, and he was Dianeve's son; second… he, like those men, deeply
loved Dianeve.
Dianeve had been very busy, recently being relentlessly pursued by that reporter. Daxie, thirty-seven or thirty-
eight years old , was a rising star in the Party's propaganda department, a veteran member, and wielded considerable influence within the department; he could influence whether or
not the performance of "The Missing Woman" was approved.
Dianeve was a cold beauty; getting her was an impossible task for most. Those four German officers
had exhausted all their skills in wooing women, and coupled with their blond hair, grey eyes, handsome appearance, tall and
strong physiques, and youthful vigor, Dianeve had finally agreed to their advances. Originally, Dinaf was quite fond of the four tall, handsome
German officers and disliked the small, unassuming Daxy. However, due to his persistent pursuit and the need for the play
to proceed as soon as possible, Dinaf reluctantly allowed Daxy to sleep with her twice.
The performance was finally approved. On the opening day, the theater was packed. Dinaf and Jacques played the lead
roles , and the audience erupted in applause at the end of the performance.
Dinaf excitedly led Jacques to her office, her arms around him. She was drenched in sweat from her intense performance.
She took out a glass of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured two glasses, clinked them with her son's, and then sipped them.
While drinking, Dinaf exclaimed, "Great! Jacques! It's a success, a success!"
Jacques also slowly sipped his wine, watching his excited mother. Dinaf was still in her costume—a black short
dress , black stockings, and delicate high heels.
Looking at his sexy mother, her beautiful face, and her alluring feet, Jacques's penis
gradually hardened. He couldn't help but rush forward and embrace her. At first, Diane took it as a congratulatory hug,
and being mother and son, she embraced him tightly in return. Jacques kissed his mother passionately. This
was normal in romantic France. Diane responded enthusiastically to her son.
Gradually, Jacques's strong body pressed down, pinning Diane to the floor.
Diane realized what was happening and whispered, "No, oh no, Jacques, this isn't right..."
Her silk-stockinged legs twitched, but her struggles weren't very intense. This cold beauty, if she didn't want to,
no other man could touch her, but she was different with her son.

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She had already sensed her son's feelings for her through their performance in the play. In fact, as the
lead actors in the theater, developing feelings was commonplace. Sometimes, she couldn't help but have real feelings for her son. He
often kissed her, leaving her crotch wet. Sometimes she even thought of letting him have his way. But
she felt it was inappropriate and unfair to her husband, so she didn't continue.
Diane's husband, Lucas, was in his forties and a famous playwright. Like Daxie, he was
not handsome, but unlike Daxie, Lucas was exceptionally talented and had won Diane's heart.
Jacques pressed down on his mother, passionately kissing her. Diane struggled weakly, "Jacques,
Jacques , let go of Mommy..."
Jacques reached behind his mother, unbuttoned her dress, and pulled it down to her waist. Then he unhooked her
bra , pulling out her large breasts.
Diane's breasts were large, white, and soft, and Jacques kneaded them with his large, bear-like hands.
Diane's nipples, large as red cherries, were very tempting. Jacques couldn't help but lower his head and bite his mother's
nipples .
Diane cried out in pain, "Bite gently, Jacques!"
Jacques sucked on his mother's nipples, and Diane, unable to bear the tickling, squirmed, kicking off her two pretty
high heels, revealing her exquisite stockings. Beneath the black stockings, her delicate toes appeared especially exquisite.
Jacques then lowered his head to his mother's armpit, licking her armpits covered in golden hair. This tickled Diana again , causing her
to cry out in surprise.
Jacques straightened up and removed his mother's entire dress. He then unhooked her bra. Thus, Diana
was left only with a pair of black, crotchless pantyhose.
Jacques turned around, knelt above his mother, lowered his head, buried it between her legs, parted her
vulva, and began to lick greedily.
Dianaf was unbearably itchy from the licking; she uncontrollably leaked vaginal fluid, and later, she couldn't help but softly
moan, "...Oh...Jacques...Jacques...No...Don't lick anymore...Don't kiss Mommy
there anymore..."
Jacques ignored her and continued licking her vulva.
His large penis hung over his mother's face. Dianaf, aroused by the licking, couldn't help but lick it with her tongue.
Jacques simply stopped kneeling and lay down on top of his mother, trying to shove his entire penis into her
mouth . But his penis was too large; his mother's mouth couldn't accommodate it, and it ended up pressing against her lips.
Dianaf lay on the floor, her beautiful legs spread, being licked by her son. Aroused by his licking, she
couldn't help but suck on his large glans.
This beautiful woman has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and many men have naturally slept with her. However, in
any time period, only a few men have been able to penetrate this cold beauty. In recent decades, her number of men
has remained consistently low. Jacques is one of the lucky few.
Dianaf, unable to bear her son's licking any longer, stopped being coy and fully revealed her wanton
nature , sucking and licking her son's large penis with abandon.
Jacques's penis was about to explode from his mother's gentle licking and kissing, and he hurriedly climbed off her
.
Jacques picked up his mother, ordered her to cross her arms, place them on the edge of the desk, lower her head,
bend over, and stand in front of the desk with her buttocks sticking out. He admired his mother's two long, beautiful legs clad in black stockings,
feeling an unbearable itch.
Dianaf's office was generally off-limits to outsiders, so the floor was very clean, and her stockings
wouldn't get dirty at all.
Looking at his mother's small, delicate stockings, Jacques's penis grew even larger.
The crotchless pantyhose Dinaf wore had a large opening, revealing part of her buttocks. Although Dinaf was
older, her buttocks were as plump, white, and soft as they had been in her youth. Jacques couldn't help but slap his mother's
buttocks , the sound echoing loudly. He felt a surge of pleasure, while his mother cried out in pain.
Jacques held his large penis, pressed it against his mother's soft vulva, and with a forceful thrust, pushed it in.
His mother's vulva was warm and moist; the sensation of his large penis inside was indescribably pleasurable. Jacques groaned
, thrusting his large penis in and out of his mother's vulva again and again. Jacques's penis was as thick as his arm, and Dinaf
felt both pain and itchiness from the thrusting, moaning incessantly.
Watching his large penis go in and out of his mother's vulva, surrounded by golden pubic hair, Jacques became increasingly
excited , thrusting faster and faster.
Remembering how his mother had also been ravaged by other men in the same way, Jacques was consumed by jealousy, and he raised his penis, aiming straight for
his mother's uterus.
Jacques thrust harder and harder, relentlessly slamming his mother's buttocks. With each
thrust, Diana's body swayed forward. She was both in pain and itchy from the rape, and couldn't help but howl, "Ah! Ah! Oh
God ! Ah! Ah!"
Her large breasts hung low on her chest, swaying rhythmically with each stroke. Her
golden armpit and pubic hair gleamed alluringly in the light.
Jacques's thrusts became faster, and Diana's howls grew more frantic.
Jacques grabbed Diana's long golden hair from behind, forcing her face up, then he thrust
forward , pounding into his mother's vagina. Diana, face upturned, howled repeatedly as she was being penetrated.
Jacques, while thrusting, cried out, "Mommy! Mommy! You're so beautiful! I love you!"
Diana screamed, "Ah...ah...Jacques...Mommy...loves you too...loves...you...
loves...ah...ah..."
Jacques continued thrusting, "Mommy, promise me, you won't let other men play with you anymore."
Diana screamed repeatedly, "Ah...ah...it's...they...who...came...to...me..."
Hearing this, Jacques realized his mother seemed to still have some affection for those German lovers, and a surge of jealousy rose within him.
For a moment, he even felt resentment towards his mother, and immediately thrust hard, stabbing her uterus. Diana screamed in
agony .
The once beautiful and noble lady, now reduced to this state, and being his own mother, only
fueled Jacques's lust.
Jacques pulled his penis out of his mother's vagina and asked, "Want more?"
Dinaf gasped, "No, no more, your thing is too, too big." (

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Jacques grinned wickedly and thrust his thick penis back in. Dinaf screamed again from the rape.
Jacques thrust hard for a while before pulling his penis out of his mother's vagina again.
He dipped his finger in his mother's vaginal fluid and smeared it on her anus, then pressed his thick penis against
it.
Dinaf gasped, "Don't...don't go in...Jacques...your...is too big..."
Jacques' penis was rock hard, eager to release, and he didn't care about being gentle. Without a word, he forcefully
thrust into his mother's anus.
Jacques' penis was so thick that Dinaf's anus was almost torn apart, and she screamed in agony.
Jacques didn't push his penis in any further; that would really tear his mother's anus apart. He kept his large
penis inserted into his mother's anus, maintaining this precarious, tearing position, listening to her painful screams.
Dinaf was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face.
Seeing his mother's pained expression and hearing her screams, and thinking about how he had tormented
this , Jacques was extremely excited. He felt his mother's anus was tight and warm, gripping
his penis tightly.
Jacques felt he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled his penis out of his mother's anus, then ordered his mother to lift herself up, turn around
, and kneel in front of him to suck his penis.
Dinaf knelt beneath her son, holding his large penis and licking his glans. Jacques closed
his eyes in pleasure. After licking her son's glans for a while, Dinaf began licking his scrotum with her tongue.
Jacques couldn't hold back any longer; he relaxed completely, and his semen gushed out, shooting directly onto his mother's face. Dinaf was
covered in semen, her eyes, mouth, and face. The semen that shot into her mouth was plentiful and forceful; Dinaf couldn't dodge in time and
choked, coughing violently.
She quickly took her son's large glans into her mouth, tasting his semen before
swallowing it . After Jacques finished ejaculating, his mother licked his penis clean.
As for Lucas, his theater in Virginia was thriving. Accompanying him was his mother
, a sexy 67-year-old woman, who enjoyed
the pleasures of mother-son intimacy with his sexy mother.
Later, he rushed back to Paris to discuss with his wife where to focus their efforts, only to discover his wife's affair with
his son . So he had an idea and persuaded his wife to stay with their son. He
would go back to manage the theater in Virginia, leaving the place to the mother and son.
After explaining this, Lucas returned to Casablanca, Virginia.
The next chapter will tell the story of the French beauty Angeli Bormann, her son
Rick her son and husband László, who is a member of parliament, and the local police chief Renoir, and their complicated love
triangle.
French Erotic Collection (II)
(II)
On the National Day of the Eighth Reich, the 140,000 German troops stationed in the Thirteenth French Republic
held a grand military parade at the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. The disciplined German troops marched in perfect unison through the
Arc de Triomphe. On the same day, the French army, allies of Germany, also held a parade in Vichy.
Half a million Parisians lined the streets to watch the grand parade.
Among the crowd was a beautiful elderly woman, Angeli Bormann. Her name clearly indicated she was a
French woman of German descent. Angeli was 67 years old. She had four sons, one
serving in a French division of the Waffen-SS, and another in the Saint-Germain-des-Prés Army. Their respective units
participated in the parades in Paris and Vichy, so Angeli in Paris joined the crowds watching
the troops pass through the Arc de Triomphe.
The grand parade and the majestic military music left a deep impression on everyone. The parade didn't
end until evening. That night, Paris erupted in celebration, with posters proclaiming "Long live the friendship between the German and French people!" everywhere
. Restaurants and bars throughout Paris were packed. The bars and restaurants were filled with Parisians and German soldiers
.
At this moment, Angelina Jolie was accompanying her husband, László, and a German general at a
high-class restaurant in a five-star hotel, enjoying a French feast.
László, actually Angelina's eldest son, was 39 years old and a powerful member of parliament. He had been
secretly married to his mother for over ten years; publicly, it was assumed that she accompanied him to various events,
which was perfectly normal.
Sitting opposite them was Colonel von Hagen, an officer in the Eighth Reich's Armed Forces, a few months younger than
László . As he sipped his wine, he remarked on Angelina's enduring beauty.
Angelina, 67 years old, 1.67 meters tall, was beautiful, with golden hair and a full figure.
She wore a short coat over a short dress, and despite her age, her legs were beautifully clad in stockings and high heels.
Hagen exclaimed, "Madam, you are truly beautiful."
Angelina smiled slightly.
László was a long-time member of the French Socialist Party, a passionate politician. Politicians need to relieve stress by
indulging in women, and his favorite woman was his beautiful mother, Angelina.
The tall László sat beside his mother, and upon hearing Hagen praise Angeli, he glanced at his mother with deep affection
. Hagen turned to László and said, "Mr. Congressman, I'm so envious of your beautiful mother
."
László thanked him and began to get down to business: "Colonel, I'm going to Casablanca tomorrow
to visit some local officials, and then I'll visit Portugal. Is there anything I can do for you in
Casablanca ?"
Hagen pulled out a letter: "I have a friend in the French forces in Casablanca. His address and name are
on this letter. Please give it to him for me. " László took the letter and calmly said, "I'll be happy to oblige." The

next day, László, with Angeli in tow, boarded a plane, crossed the Mediterranean, and arrived in beautiful Casablanca . After settling into his hotel, László busied himself with his work. Angeli, however, went out of the hotel on her own. In Casablanca, there was a famous Rick's Bar, which was actually a casino. Rick, the bar owner, is a 37-year-old Parisian. Over a decade ago, for reasons unknown, he came to Casablanca from Paris and opened this bar. Rick is a man of few words but great influence; he has made many friends, and the bar's reputation has grown. Angelie arrived at Rick's bar in a taxi. She entered; it was just past noon, and the bar wasn't too crowded. The bar was quite large; the casino was on the second floor, and a few people sat in small groups on the first floor. A bartender came to greet her. Angelie asked, "Is Mr. Rick in?" The bartender looked at Angelie: "Who are you? What can I do for Mr. Rick?" Angelie replied, "I'm from Paris; I'm his mother." Upon hearing this, the bartender quickly led Angelie up to the third floor and knocked on the door of an office. A deep voice came from inside: "Come in." The bartender opened the door and led Angelie inside. A middle-aged man of medium build sat in a large executive chair, legs propped up on the desk, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper. Upon seeing Angelina, he froze, then composed himself before saying, "Mother, what brings you here?" He hurriedly rose to greet her. The bartender closed the door and left. Angelina embraced him, saying, "Richard, it's been so many years, you've aged." Rick hugged his mother tightly, kissing her passionately, "Mother! Mother!" Angelina held Rick, her eyes welling with tears. As mentioned earlier, Angelina had four sons: two younger sons, both around twenty years old, serving in the military; her eldest son, László, a member of parliament; and her second son, Rick. Angelina was very beautiful, so beautiful that even her sons were captivated. László and his brother, two years younger, had raped their mother when they were thirteen or fourteen. Angelina maintained this sexual relationship with her two sons for a long time. More than ten years ago, László, a rising political star, no longer wanted to share their mother with his brother and wanted to have her exclusively. He proposed that his brother withdraw so that he could secretly marry their mother. Moreover, this unusual relationship was detrimental to his career. For the sake of her eldest son's career, Angelina sided with him and persuaded her second son to withdraw. Stubborn by nature , Rick left without saying goodbye in a fit of anger and went to Casablanca, where he made a name for himself.

Rick never wrote home again. Angelina missed her second son terribly and tried every means to find out his
whereabouts . Rick's bar became increasingly famous, and a few years later, Angelina finally learned of her son's whereabouts and wrote to him, urging
him to return home. But Rick did not reply.
In truth, had Rick ever forgotten the pleasure his mother's sweet body had given him? Upon seeing
his mother , Rick was overjoyed. He rushed forward and hugged his mother tightly, kissing her passionately while his hands fervently
caressed her full breasts.
Angelina was wearing a gray suit skirt, flesh-colored pantyhose, and strappy high-heeled sandals, looking very sexy. This was
Rick's favorite outfit of hers. She felt that her second son had been wronged too much and wanted to comfort him today.
As she kissed her son, she took off her outer garment. She was wearing a flesh-colored, open-crotch pantyhose.
The top of the pantyhose consisted of two thin white straps, followed by two stocking bras specifically
for supporting her breasts, then the open crotch area, and below that, it looked like a regular stocking.
Angelie knew what would happen when she saw her son, so she deliberately wore such sexy lingerie. Rick passionately fondled
his mother's two full, white breasts inside the stocking bras, sucking on her large, rosy
nipples through the stockings.
Angelie moaned from the ticklish sensation.
Rick kissed her wildly for a while, then ripped off his mother's gray skirt, pushed her down onto the large sofa, pressed her down
beside him, and began to bite at her thick, golden pubic hair. He then parted her vulva and greedily licked it.
Angelie's eyes were wet, and she spread her beautiful legs, letting her son lick her vulva. Her son's licking tickled her, making
her moan incessantly.
As Rick licked, he mumbled indistinctly, "Mommy, you're wet, you're getting wet from my licking
, it's delicious, Mommy's wetness is so delicious! Mommy, I want to drink your pee, pee for me now!"
Angelina, unable to bear her son's licking, loosened her urethra and urinated. Rick stuffed his mouth into his mother
's urethra and drank all her urine. Drinking his mother's warm, pungent urine, Rick's penis became erect!
He stood up and, one piece at a time, took off his shirt, trousers, and underwear. Despite his arousal, he
remained methodical in his actions—a characteristic of Rick.
Angelina also got up. She laid her son on the large sofa, then knelt on his face,
bent down, and, with her delicate hands, began to suckle his penis.
This was Rick's favorite position. His mother's plump, white buttocks sat on his face, the soft, golden
pubic hair pressing against his skin, intensifying his stimulation. He stuck out his venomous tongue and greedily licked his mother's vulva. His mother's
vaginal fluids flowed continuously into his mouth.
Angelina, feeling unbearably itchy from her son licking her vulva, sucked on his penis even more vigorously.
Despite Rick's short stature, his penis was quite large and hard when erect. Women all like
such large penises, and Angelina was no exception. She tried to swallow her son's large penis as deep as possible, sucking it
with loud smacking sounds.
Rick sighed comfortably, "Mom, Mom! You're so good! It feels so good!" He couldn't help but
lick his mother's vulva even more greedily.
Angelina knelt down, unable to help but cry out as her son licked her.
Rick said to his mother, "Mom! I want to fuck you!"
The mother and son got off the sofa and rearranged their positions.
Rick had his mother stand by holding onto the small table in front of the sofa and bent over.
He came behind his mother, holding his long penis, and slowly inserted it into his mother's vulva through the gap in her flesh-colored pantyhose.

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Then, he pulled his long penis back out a little, then thrust it in again, hitting
his cry out.
Rick continued to thrust slowly and repeatedly into his mother's uterus, each thrust powerful,
causing her to cry out in surprise with each strike.
Angelie's delicate uterus was being ravaged, and she cried out while frowning.
Rick pulled off the two white straps of his mother's pantyhose, then removed her stockings
and bra, leaving them hanging heavily beneath her. Angelie's two full, white breasts drooped heavily
on her chest.
Rick thrust faster and faster, gradually escalating into a frenzied assault.
Angelie felt both pain and itchiness, and her earlier cries turned into continuous howls: "...Aww...Aww...
Aww...Aww..." Her cries were those of an elderly woman, but such howls from an elderly woman were rarely
heard.
Rick loved hearing his mother's old woman screams, which excited him even more, making his thrusts even more ferocious.
Angelina, wearing only flesh-colored pantyhose and strappy high-heeled sandals, bent over, leaning against a small table, enduring
Rick's violent pounding. Her breasts swayed wildly against her chest, a very alluring sight.
Angelina couldn't bear the fucking and couldn't help but foam at the mouth. Rick's long penis went in and
out of his mother's vagina, covered in the foam from her vagina.
Angelina, being older, couldn't withstand her son's intense assault. She screamed and begged him, "Aww...
aww...Rick...Mommy can't...take it anymore...aww...aww...Mommy...please...
change...change...position...aww...aww..."
Rick obeyed his mother, stopping his thrusts and pulling his long penis out of her wet vagina.
Angelina had Rick lie down on the large sofa. She knelt above him, holding his long penis, and
slowly sat down, inserting it into her vagina.
She bent down and kissed Rick passionately.
Rick's penis grew harder inside his mother's vagina, and he couldn't help but hold her face, kissing her
for a long time .
Angelina felt her son's penis pressing against her vagina, making her feel aroused. She straightened up, knelt
on the sofa, and sat on her son's penis, slowly beginning to move up and down.
Her second son's penis was hard and long; Angelina felt it was almost reaching her heart! She couldn't help but cry out
, and the frequency of her movements increased. Rick's penis forcefully penetrated his mother's vagina with each thrust, making a powerful
" splashing" sound. Her
white foam flowed from her vagina, covering Rick's penis. Her breasts trembled violently.
Rick couldn't hold back any longer. He sat up abruptly, his long penis still inside his mother's vagina, then got off the floor and carried her to
the desk . Standing in front of the desk, he pressed his mother face up onto it,
lifted her legs, and thrust his long penis deep into her vagina!
Angelie raised her beautiful legs high, screaming as she was being violated: "...Aww...Rick...Slower...I can't take it...
Mommy...I can't take it...Aww...Aww..."
Angelie's exquisite stockings, clad in strappy high-heeled leather sandals, swayed incessantly above Rick's head. Rick, seeing
this, became even more aroused. He grabbed his mother's stockings, ripped off her sandals, and then forcefully squeezed
her soft stockings, thrusting even more fiercely into her vagina.
Angelie's delicate brows furrowed, enduring the pain of her uterus being brutally pounded by her son, unable to stop screaming. She
spread her arms on her son's desk, her golden armpit hair fully exposed.
Rick, seeing his mother's armpit hair, became even more excited: "Mommy! Mommy! You have so much golden armpit hair!
It's so exciting!"
Angelie ignored her son's praise of her golden armpit hair, only continuing to scream. Her son's long penis was simply
too long, pressing against her uterus, causing her unbearable pain. More than ten years ago, she gave her body exclusively to her eldest
son , which angered her second son, leaving him to wander far from home. To comfort her aggrieved second son, she
willingly allowed him to abuse her.
Angelie howled, "...Aww...Aww...Rick...You're thrusting into Mommy...It hurts so much...
Aww...Aww...It's so itchy...Mommy...I'm sorry...As long as you're happy...Do whatever you want with Mommy...
Aww...Aww...Aww...Aww..."
Rick, panting heavily as he thrust, said, "Mommy! Mommy! You're so good!"
He deeply felt his mother's love; thrusting into his mother was the happiest enjoyment in the world! As he thrust hard, he
looked at his mother and said, "Mommy, Mommy, you're the best woman in the world to me! Thrusting into you feels so good
!" With that, he forcefully thrust his long penis deep into his mother's vagina. Angelie screamed in pain!
Rick pulled his long penis out of his mother's vagina, growling softly, and large spurts of semen gushed out, shooting onto
Angelie's face and mouth.
And so began the journey of the beautiful old woman, Angeli Bauman, in Casablanca.
From *A Collection of Multinational Eroticism*,
the story of the sexy old woman from the northern deserts begins: In the world of eighteen kingdoms, the easternmost was the Jin Empire, its territory stretching to
the northeastern corner , covering an area of over 13 million square kilometers. The Jin Empire had five major Bojilie: the Jin ruler was the Du Bojilie,
the crown prince the Da Bojilie, followed by the Gui Bojilie, the Zuo Bojilie, and the You Bojilie.
The Jin army was powerful; among the five tribes of the northern deserts, the eastern Tatar tribe became a vassal state of the Jin, frequently assisting the Jin army in conquering other tribes
in the northern deserts .
Of the five tribes of the Outer Mongolian Plateau, the Mongol Khanate was centrally located on the banks of the Onon River. It comprised eighteen Mongol tribes, with the Taichud tribe
being the most powerful. The other four tribes were: the Kereit tribe in the south, spanning the northern and southern parts of the Gobi Desert; the
Naiman Kingdom, a powerful Turkic with an area of over eight million square kilometers; and the powerful Merkit tribe in the north, with an area of over nine million
square kilometers, its territory stretching from the Outer Mongolian Plateau to Siberia, including a large part of Siberia, much of which
lay and snowfields.
The five tribes of the Outer Mongolian Plateau frequently fought amongst themselves, with the Tatar tribe also regularly colluding with the powerful Jin army to attack the other four tribes. Now,
let us speak of the Mongol Khan, Ambaghai, chieftain of the Taichud tribe. This man was over thirty years old, with a full beard, eight feet tall, and
possessed extraordinary strength, wielding a 120-pound spiked club—a fierce Mongol general.

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On this day, the autumn air was crisp and clear, a perfect time for horses to fatten. Ambaghai Khan, in high spirits, led his two brothers
out of the main camp, galloping across the grasslands, shooting arrows at eagles.
As they were engrossed in their shooting, they suddenly saw a convoy of carriages and horses approaching. The various tribes of the northern steppes were constantly
at odds, and everyone was on high alert. Ambaghai immediately reined in his horse, his hand on his forehead, and looked at the convoy.
His brother cried out in alarm, "Brother, it's bad! It's the Merkits!"
The Merkit tribe was a large and powerful tribe among the northern steppes, with vast territory and numerous soldiers, and the Mongols were wary of them .
Ambaghai, however, said, "Don't panic, let's see clearly first."
Upon closer inspection, all three were relieved. It turned out that the Merkit convoy was small, seemingly escorting
women .
Ambahai was overjoyed: "Brothers, let's charge in and seize a few women to be our wives!"
The three brothers roared with delight and charged towards the caravan like tigers descending a mountain.
The caravan consisted of five or six carriages, escorted by more than twenty cavalrymen. Ambahai, a hero of great stature, swung
his spiked club and smashed everything in sight. With the help of his two brothers, they slaughtered most of the Merkits like cutting melons and vegetables, leaving only
two or three survivors. The women in the carriages were left behind, their faces pale with fear.
When Ambahai questioned them, the women, terrified, confessed the truth. It turned out that the carriage contained
Yue Lian, the mother of the Merkit chieftain Tuotuo, along with Tuotuo's aunt and sister, as well as some wet nurses.
Ambahai was overjoyed. When he lifted the curtain of Yue Lian's carriage, he saw that Yue Lian was over sixty years old,
quite charming, and must have been a beauty in her youth. Tuotuo's aunt was sixty-three years old, and Tuotuo's sister was around forty.
Ambahai laughed heartily, "These three women, each of my brothers will take one. I'll take Tuotuo's mother,
and the other two, my brothers can divide them. The wet nurses can continue to serve their original mistresses."
After the distribution, Ambahai and the others escorted the caravan back to camp. The hunt had been incredibly successful,
yielding the best prey.
That night, Ambahai raped Yuelian. Although Yuelian was older, she was still quite sexy, and as
the mother of the Merkit tribe, Ambahai's lust was unleashed, and he raped her all night.
Later, Yuelian became pregnant and soon gave birth to a son, named Altan, who later became a famous general of the Taichuwu tribe.
After giving birth, Yuelian produced a large amount of milk, and even Altan, who was a big eater, could only empty one of her
breasts . Yuelian often suffered from breast engorgement.
One afternoon, after finishing his business in the main tent, Ambahai wanted to check on his child, so he went to Yuelian
's yurt.
He lifted the curtain and saw Yue Lian sitting on the carpet, her blouse unbuttoned, expressing milk into a large bowl.
The old woman Yue Lian's two long breasts, when she stood, could reach her pubic area; when she sat cross-legged, they lay spread out on
her lap . Seeing this, Anba Hai couldn't restrain himself and became somewhat aroused.
Yue Lian had been with Anba Hai for over a year and was now a completely submissive wife. Upon seeing her husband, she
complained, "I have too much milk, I don't know what to do, so I have to express some."
Anba Hai laughed, "So it's because your breasts are so long, that's why you have so much milk. Come, come, let me have some!"
Saying this, he sat down beside Yue Lian. He first took the bowl of milk from Yue Lian's hands and gulped it down in one go, then…
He then rested his head on Yue Lian's crossed thighs. Yue Lian's long breasts drooped, and she placed one nipple into
my son's mouth. My son, like a child, suckled greedily at the old woman's milk.
Yue Lian felt comfortable as her milk was sucked, but at the same time, my son's sucking made her nipple very itchy, the itch reaching all the way to her vagina
. My son sucked very quickly, causing Yue Lian some pain, and the old woman couldn't help but moan softly:
"...Oh...oh...oh...itchy...itchy...suck slower...it hurts...it hurts..." She stroked my son's head as if caressing
her own child: "My son...suck slower...my body is all
yours...how could I not give you milk...oh...oh..."
My son, drinking milk and listening to the old woman's moans, felt immense pleasure, and his penis hardened instantly.
My son was full of milk, but the old woman still had milk. Anbahai sat up, took
the wooden basin her feet, placed it between the old woman's legs, under her long breasts, and then forcefully squeezed her milk. Large amounts
of milk were squeezed into the basin. Anbahai used too much force, and Yuelian screamed in pain: "Squeeze gently... you bully...
ouch ... ouch... it hurts so much... ouch... ouch... ouch..."
The old woman tried to push Anbahai away to stop him from milking her, but Anbahai's animalistic nature prevailed, and Yuelian
couldn't move him. She had no choice but to let him milk her. Yuelian screamed incessantly in pain.
It took a long time to empty Yuelian's two long breasts.
The basin was more than half full of Yuelian's milk.
Tears welled in Yuelian's eyes from the pain, and she gasped, "Hmph... hmph... you're so rough...
it hurts !" Anbahai laughed heartily.
He reached out and grabbed the old woman's feet, pulling off her little leather boots. Yue Lian said, "What are you doing? Want to play with this old woman's
feet again?"
Anba Hai replied, "Exactly!" As the Khan of the Mongol Empire, Yue Lian, being his wife and concubine, naturally
obeyed his every command.
Yue Lian stretched out her legs, and Anba Hai pulled off her two small leather boots. Although Yue Lian was old, her feet were
white and smooth, quite sexy.
Anba Hai sincerely praised, "Madam, your feet are truly beautiful!" Saying this, he swallowed one of the old woman's
white feet in one gulp, greedily chewing and biting. The old woman was both in pain and itchy, constantly screaming.
While Anba Hai was nibbling on one of Yue Lian's white feet, he ordered her to put her other white foot into the milk basin to
wash it . Yue Lian complied, washing her other white foot in the wooden basin.
Anba Hai played with it for a while before finally releasing Yue Lian's white foot and putting it into the milk basin to wash as well.
Then, he took Yue Lian's other white foot from the milk basin and began to lick it carefully, cleaning
every inch of it from her toes to the spaces between them and her delicate heel. Yue Lian groaned repeatedly from the itchiness, "...Itchy...
Itchy...Itchy..."
Iba Hai licked the old woman's white foot clean, then suddenly bit Yue Lian's big, upturned
toe. Yue Lian, already itching unbearably, cried out in pain at the sudden bite.
Iba Hai's penis was erect, and he stood up from the carpet, while Yue Lian remained seated. Iba
Hai pressed Yue Lian's head down and thrust his penis into the old woman's mouth, pumping it repeatedly.
The old woman could only suckle Iba Hai's penis, but because he was the one initiating the thrust and she was passive, when his
penis reached her throat, causing her discomfort, she struggled, but her head was held down by him. Iba Hai was a
powerful man; how could the old woman Yue Lian possibly move? The old woman, Yue Lian, whimpered and cried out, tears streaming down her face.

In Part 17 of the main text
, Anba Hai thrust his penis wildly into the old woman's mouth, drinking her foot-washing milk. His penis grew even thicker and
more vigorous, and the old woman's mouth felt warm and comfortable. Anba Hai could no longer hold back; he roared, and his semen
gushed forth, shooting deep into the old woman's throat. The old woman choked, whimpering and crying, tears streaming down her face, but Anba Hai
held firmly, preventing her from struggling. She had no choice but to swallow all of his semen.
Yue Lian was used to consuming the semen of her current and former husbands, which is why her skin remained smooth to this day.
Anba Hai, feeling refreshed after ejaculating, lay down on the carpet, his head resting on Yue Lian's thigh, and fell fast asleep
. Yue Lian remained sitting cross-legged, gently patting Anba Hai to sleep.
Yuelian was Ambaghai's wife, over sixty years old. Ambaghai's mother, Empress Dowager Bailutie of the Mongol Khanate,
was fifty-eight, and Bailutie was even more beautiful than Yuelian. Although she was a few years younger than Yuelian, Yuelian was her
daughter-in-law she was Yuelian's mother-in-law.
The next morning, dark clouds covered the sun, and the grassland was shrouded in darkness.
Suddenly, a whirlwind of hoofbeats shook the earth and swept across the land. In an instant, a large cavalry charge rushed
in , shouting, "Kill Ambaghai! Take back Yuelian!"
It turned out that the Merkits had come to seize Yuelian.
The Mongols rushed out of their yurts and fought with the invaders. Ambaghai was also awakened from his sleep, grabbed his mace
, mounted his horse, and stood guard in front of Yuelian's tent. Yuelian was his beloved woman; he couldn't bear to be apart from her for even a day
. How could he allow the Merkits to take her back? Soon, a large number of Mongols gathered around Ambaghai, and they fought fiercely, driving back the Merkits
.
However, Tuotuo, leading the attack, seeing he couldn't reclaim his mother, attacked Bailu Tie's yurt. Because
Ambaghai and his soldiers were focused on protecting Yuelian's yurt, Bailu Tie was easily taken by
Tuotuo .
Bailu Tie was taken to the Merkit's main camp near Lake Baikal. Tuotuo didn't marry her himself, but gave
her to his son, Chileg. Chileg, having acquired this sexy old woman, ravaged her day and night, satisfying his lust and
avenging his grandmother. Tuotuo also frequently visited his daughter-in-law's genitals.
Bailu Tie soon became pregnant and gave birth to a son for Chileg, a fierce Merkit general; this child would
later become a brave general of the Taichuwu tribe.
A year after Bailu Tie gave birth, the Mongol Khanate, allied with the Kereit tribe, swept through the Siberian forests like a whirlwind,
launching a surprise attack on the Merkit tribe on a pitch-black night. The Merkit camp was thrown into chaos.
Anbahai charged to Chileg's camp. Chileg, having just finished ravaging Bailu Tie, was fast asleep when the shouts of battle
roused . Bare-chested, he charged out, wielding a 130-pound broadsword,
and mounted his horse to meet him. Anbahai, wielding a 120-pound spiked club, arrived. Enemies meeting, their eyes blazed with fury.
Anbahai swung his club, and Chileg blocked it with his sword. A deafening clang resounded in Anbahai's ears, leaving his hands numb and trembling
. Chileg was even more flustered, nearly dropping his sword. Anbahai was usually fierce, but Chileg was even more so; however,
Chileg had been ravaging Bailu Tie seven times, leaving him exhausted and unable to withstand Anbahai.
Realizing he was outmatched, Chileg spurred his horse and fled.
Anbaghai, anxious to save his mother, didn't give chase. He dismounted and entered the tent. There lay his mother on the carpet,
naked, moaning softly. Her white feet and breasts were covered in saliva and teeth marks, and blood flowed from her vagina.
Semen had been ejaculated on her body and vagina. She lay there, unable to rise.
Anbaghai, seeing this, was furious, and for some reason, his penis became erect.
He dressed his mother. Just then, several Mongols rushed into the tent: "Khan, hurry! Tuotuo
is attacking with his men!"
Bailu Tie struggled, saying, "Take your brother with you!" Following her pointing finger, Anbaghai
found an infant in a corner. He ordered his men to take the baby. He laid his mother across his horse,
mounted , and the group charged out like a whirlwind.
Anbaghai and his men traveled day and night, quickly returning to their camp on the banks of the Onon River.
It was the afternoon of the third day.
Anbahai carried his mother to Yuelian's tent.
He stripped her of her clothes, leaving her naked on the carpet.
Anbahai glared at Yuelian, saying angrily, "This is all the work of your children and grandchildren!"
Yuelian looked at the half-dead, filthy Bailu Tie, feeling extremely embarrassed and unsure what to do.
Anbahai said, "Quickly, lick the old lady's body clean! You must also strip naked!"
Seeing the Khan's rage, the old woman Yuelian dared not disobey, and had no choice but to strip naked as well. Then she knelt beside her mother-in-law, who was a few
years younger , and began to lick carefully.
She started licking Bailu Tie's face and licked downwards. When she reached Bailu Tie's long breasts
, which were covered in saliva and teeth marks, Bailu Tie groaned in pain.
Anba Khan, standing to the side, found his penis uncontrollably erect.
The burly man quickly stripped off his clothes, came behind Yue Lian, bent down, pressed against her back, and
thrust his hard penis into her vagina from behind.
A complex mix of emotions made Anba Hai even more brutal than usual; he viciously pounded into Yue Lian's uterus.
The old woman Yue Lian, was frail; her vaginal lubrication was low, elasticity was reduced, and her vaginal opening was shallow. How could she endure such brutal
ravaging? She screamed in pain, unable to resist biting Bai Lu Tie's large nipples hard, causing Bai Lu Tie to scream in agony as well.
Anba Hai fucked Yue Lian hard: "I told you to lick, not bite! Lick now!"
As Yue Lian licked, she couldn't help but begin sucking Bai Lu Tie's milk. Bai Lu Tie was both in pain and itchy, crying out
incessantly .
Anba Hai, deeply aroused, fucked Yue Lian wildly.
Yue Lian endured the violation, carefully licking her way down.
When she reached Bai Lu Tie's vagina, she moved to between Bai Lu Tie's legs, making it easier to lick there.
Anbahai continued to thrust into Yuelian's old cunt from behind. Yuelian moaned, kneeling between Bailu Tie's legs, licking
Bailu Tie's old cunt. Bailu Tie was both in pain and itchy from the licking, constantly crying out, curling her white legs up
to clamp Yuelian's head.
Anbahai was stimulated by the erotic scene before him, falling into a state of confusion and madness. He frantically thrust into Yuelian
to suppress his desire for his mother, silently chanting as he thrust, "She is my mother, I cannot have
evil thoughts!" Yuelian was in unbearable pain from the thrusting, and couldn't help but bite Bailu Tie's thick pubic hair tightly, Bailu Tie also cried out
in pain .
The two sexy old women cried out together, and Anbahai could no longer hold back. He roared like thunder, and his semen shot wildly, all

of it
into Yuelian's cunt.
He lay to one side, panting heavily. Yuelian felt a little relieved without his ravaging, and continued to
lick down Bailu Tie's beautiful thighs and calves. On Bailu Tie's last night with the Merkit, Chilege licked her
entire body , so now Chilege's grandmother, Yuelian, was going to lick her clean as well.
When Yuelian lifted one of Bailu Tie's white feet to lick away the remnants of Chilege's saliva
, Bailu Tie couldn't help but urinate because of the itching. Anba Hai, who was standing nearby, could no longer hold back. His mother's sensuality
overcame his fear of incest, and he recklessly crawled between her legs, drinking her urine and
licking her urethra clean.
By this time, Yuelian had licked both of Bailu Tie's white feet clean, and the cleaning of Bailu Tie's body
was complete.
Anba Hai, overcome with lust, went between his mother's legs, lifted her white legs, and forcefully thrust his penis into
her . Bailu Tie, already severely abused by Chilege, was powerless to struggle and could only lie there, letting her son ravage her. However, her
already wounded vagina couldn't withstand her son's fierce attack, and she cried out in pain.
Anbahai ordered Yuelian to sit on his mother's face, her vulva resting on Bailu Tie's mouth. Anbahai and Yuelian
faced each other, Bailu Tie's two raised white feet dangling before their eyes.
Anbahai and Yuelian each grabbed one of Bailu Tie's white feet and sucked and licked them. Bailu Tie
cried out in pain and itchiness.
Yuelian's vulva sat on Bailu Tie's mouth, and Bailu Tie cried out, her saliva making Yuelian's vulva itchy
. Yuelian's vaginal fluids flowed out and into Bailu Tie's mouth.
Anbahai handed his mother's white feet to Yuelian, then pulled up Yuelian's long breasts and bit
her large nipples hard. Yuelian screamed in pain! She couldn't help but bite down on Bailu Tie's raised big jade toe!
While biting Yuelian's nipple, Anbahai thrust into his mother's vulva, straight into her uterus. Like the old
woman Yue Lian, the old woman also had little vaginal lubrication, low elasticity, and a shallow vagina. Therefore, she couldn't withstand her son's
brutal ravaging. Adding to the pain, Yue Lian bit her big toe hard, causing Bai Lu Tie to scream in agony!
Amidst the screams of the two sexy old women, I Ba Hai couldn't hold back any longer and
ejaculated a large amount of semen deep into the old woman's vagina.
(From "A Collection of Lewdness in Many Countries" - The Lion King of England)
In the world of eighteen nations, the largest Western power was the Germanic Roman Empire, with vast territory and
a large . The empire led the European nations in continuous crusades against the East.
To the west of the empire was a large principality, the Grand Duchy of Normandy, with an area of 80 million square kilometers,
larger than both England and France. This Grand Duke of Normandy, Geoffrey, was a fourteen-year-old hero. His father was King Richard
of England , and both father and son were French. King Richard of England was extremely brave in battle and was known as the "Lion King."
At that time, Muslims and Christians were fiercely fighting for control of the Middle East. The cavalry of the Ayyubid dynasty of Egypt had captured the Christian kingdom of Jerusalem. In order to reclaim the Holy Land, the Christians, led by Emperor Frederick, along with King Richard
of England , King Philip of France, and various other armies, launched a massive invasion of the Middle East.

The situation in the Middle East was exceptionally complex. Southeastern Europe was home to two major Norman powers: the Latin Empire and
the Kingdom of . Asia Minor was dominated by the Seljuk Empire of Nicaea under the Byzantine Empire.
The most powerful Muslim state was the Ayyubid dynasty of Egypt. The Ayyubid dynasty encompassed Egypt and Syria, and its
army was renowned for its bravery and skill in battle.
To counter this formidable enemy, the Normans of Southeastern Europe, including the Latin Empire, joined forces with the Germanic Roman Empire
.
The ranks of monarchs were as follows:
Emperor, King, Grand Duke, Prince, Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, Baron.
Richard the Lion King of England, thirty-two years old, a renowned general, led the English army to war alongside the Emperor. His
mother Eleanor, also accompanied the army, as he couldn't bear to be apart from her.
Eleanor, a voluptuous French woman, stood 1.67 meters tall, was 70 years old, with golden hair, and due to excellent maintenance,
looked no older than fifty or sixty. She was exceptionally beautiful, gentle, and intelligent—a truly elegant and wise
noblewoman. She was originally a duchess of Aquitaine, first marrying King Louis of France, becoming his queen and bearing
him the son of the current King Philip of France. Later, she remarried the King of England and gave birth to Richard.
The old French king was seven years younger than her, and the old English king was eleven years younger. She resembled their older sister.
Her son was so large at birth that he caused her excruciating pain in her vagina, causing her to cry for three days and three nights. This
means that Richard had already raped his mother at birth.
Later, the precocious Richard raped his mother again at the age of fourteen, and then again fourteen years after her birth. His mother
later gave birth to his son, his brother Geoffrey, who is now the Grand Duke of Normandy.
The old English king also had a wife, Charlotte, who bore him a son, John, Richard's half-
brother . When Richard went to war, John was ordered to stay behind.
At this time, Eleanor and Charlotte were two beautiful older women, known as the two "Jade Ladies."
King Philip of France and King Richard of England fought side by side against the Ayyubid cavalry, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
The Anglo-French allied forces besieged the strategically important Middle Eastern city of Acre for months, but to no avail.
On this particular day, after a day of relentless attacks, the Anglo-French forces still failed to breach the city walls and, seeing that nightfall was approaching, had to
withdraw.
King Philip of France, deeply frustrated, hastily ate dinner and then, alone without entourage, went to
the English camp, hoping to see Queen Elizabeth II and confide his sorrows, for she was also his
mother . Incidentally, Philip was Richard's half-brother, thirteen years his senior, forty-
five years old.
The English sentries, of course, recognized the King and, without needing to announce their arrival, let him pass. Philip arrived at the Queen Mother's tent. Seeing no one guarding
it , he thought to himself that the outer sentries were quite far away, and it was best to be cautious in the front-

line camp
. He would have to remind the Queen Mother when he saw her again.
He walked to the tent, intending to go in and warn her, but then he heard a woman's cries from inside. Philip
stopped and secretly peeked through the tent flap, and was shocked.
On the bed inside, Queen Elizabeth was naked, straddling the shirtless Lion King, rising and
falling with him.
Queen Elizabeth was of French descent, quite beautiful, with milky-white skin and long, flowing golden hair,
making her appear exceptionally alluring. Her long breasts drooped to her abdomen, her engorged nipples like red cherries, and her pubic area
was covered with thick tufts of golden pubic hair, making her very sexy. The Queen Mother squatted on top of her son, the Lion King, with Richard's penis
inserted into her old vagina, and she cried out passionately as she rose and fell.
Richard lay comfortably on the bed, his penis erect, inserted into his mother's old vagina, enjoying the fullness of
maternal love . Eleanor, her skin white and fleshy, squatted on her son's penis. King Philip, who was peeping outside, sighed, "Truly
a jade-like woman!"
Richard reached out and grabbed his mother's long breasts, kneading them vigorously. Eleanor howled even louder:
"...Aww...Aww...Richard...When I gave birth to you...you tormented me...
for three days and three nights...and now...you're tormenting me again...All these years...I've been...
ravaged by you...Aww...Aww...Bad...bad son...you just like to bully your mother..."
Hearing this from outside the tent, Philip recalled the erotic scene of his mother's childbirth.
At that time, Eleanor was a mature woman of thirty-eight. After remarrying the King of England, she quickly became pregnant.
Nine months , she returned to her family home in France to prepare for childbirth.
Several of her wet nurses assisted her in delivery.
Elinu, naked from the waist down, lay on the bed with her beautiful legs spread apart, beginning her three-day-long, difficult labor.
At that time, Felipe was thirteen years old, sent by the old king to visit his mother. He knew all the wet nurses well,
and had raped them all.
Felipe stood before his mother's bed, watching her vagina slowly open beneath her golden pubic hair.
Elinu's vagina was stretched open by the impending birth of Richard; the fetus was too large and stuck inside her, causing Elinu
to cry out in pain.
Seeing his mother's cries as she spread her legs, Felipe felt a surge of heat within him. He swallowed hard, and
unconsciously, his penis became erect.
Elinu's two lotus-like vulvas were closest to Felipe; her feet were incredibly smooth and white. Felipe swallowed
again, and involuntarily, he grasped his mother's white lotus-like vulvas, slowly kneading them. As he kneaded, he couldn't help but swallow
them whole, sucking on them.
Elinu, in pain and itchy feet, cried out even louder.
Elinu's vagina was constantly leaking amniotic fluid and vaginal discharge. Her vagina was gaping open, dark and swollen.
Her sensitive, delicate white feet were being sucked by her son, causing unbearable itching. Combined with the stimulation of her vagina, the fluid flowing from this
middle-aged woman's vagina contained more of her own vaginal fluid.
Philip crawled between his mother's legs, greedily licking her open vagina, savoring the amniotic fluid, vaginal
discharge , and vaginal fluid.
Elinu's vagina was being licked by her eldest son, and then stretched open by her soon-to-be-born younger son; the pain and itching
caused her to howl in agony.
The elegant and noble Queen Elinu's two beautiful legs were spread wide and bent, forming an "M" shape when viewed from directly in front of her vagina
. Philip, nestled between his mother's thighs, felt an intense sensuality from her crotch.
Having consumed his mother's amniotic fluid, vaginal discharge, and vaginal fluid, Philip's penis was incredibly hard. He crawled out from between his mother's legs,
sat heavily on her large belly, grabbed her long breasts, and sucked hard on her nipples. He got what he wanted.
She even tried to act innocent: "Mommy, I'll sit on your big belly so you can give birth to your little brother sooner!"
Elinu's large belly was in excruciating pain; she screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face.
She always had breast milk, a quality that set her apart from other women. Philip sat on his mother's
belly , greedily suckling at her milk.
Elinu's cries echoed for three days and three nights before Richard was finally born. During those three days and nights, Philip
had been torturing her relentlessly. He was addicted to torturing his mother, having no time to eat anything else; her breast milk,
amniotic fluid, vaginal blood, and vaginal fluid were his food. He also repeatedly raped the wet nurses to satisfy
his lust .
Driven by his bestial desires, Philip wanted to further humiliate his mother, so several times he
inserted her mouth and ejaculated inside her.
Elinu's vagina was torn open by Richard's prolonged penetration, bleeding profusely. Philip, his
venomous tongue licking incessantly at his mother's torn vulva, caused Elinu to nearly faint from the pain,
screaming .
Now, forty-five-year-old Philip, recalling the ravaging of his pregnant mother thirty-two years ago,
watched mother, known as Jade Granny, being violated again, and his penis involuntarily hardened, standing erect.
At this moment, the sexy old woman Elinu sat on her son Richard's penis. Richard stretched out his arms, grabbing
his mother . Elinu, in pain, could no longer rise or fall; she suddenly knelt down, her legs on
either side of her son's body, her upper body above him, her breasts being grabbed by him. She looked at her son, pleading repeatedly:
"Richard... don't grab so hard... Mom can't take it..."
Seeing that his mother was no longer able to rise or fall, Richard not only did not loosen his grip on her breasts, but instead tightened it,
then sat up, flipped over, and pinned his mother beneath him, lifting her beautiful legs and fucking her hard.
Elinu's two breasts were white and smooth, and Richard found them incredibly stimulating. He swallowed one while
simultaneously grabbing his mother's breasts and thrusting his penis into her vagina.
Elinu couldn't bear the multiple stimulations and torments and cried out.
While Elinu was being brutally violated by her son Richard on the Middle Eastern front, far behind, her brother John
was enjoying his mother, Charlotte.
Charlotte was a beautiful elderly German woman, also seventy years old, two months older than Elinu, and both were known as "Jade Granny."
In Charlotte's harem, this "Jade Granny" lay naked on the bed, while twenty-three-year-old John
pressed down on his mother's smooth, white back, gripping her shoulders and forcefully thrusting his penis into her vagina from behind
, thrusting and thrusting, again and again!
Charlotte was driven aroused by her son's violation, moaning loudly. Her son's pressure and violation
were unbearable .

In Part 20 of the main text
, John, while raping his mother, grabbed her
long, golden hair, forcing her to turn her head. He kissed her for a long . He pressed his penis against her vagina, his mouth against hers, sucking her tongue into
his mouth, sucking hard. Charlotte was breathless from her son's kisses.
John sucked on his mother's tongue, sucked her saliva, and couldn't help but be overcome by his bestiality. This cowardly prince
was inferior to his brother, Richard the Lion King, in every way. Only in the process of ravaging his mother could he find psychological balance.
Although his penis was not as magnificent as Richard the Lion King's, his methods were quite vicious, taking pleasure in causing his mother pain.
Although his penis was not thick, it was very long, piercing his mother's uterus hard. Charlotte was old
and could not bear her son's ravaging. He pressed her back against him, her golden hair disheveled, and she cried out in pain.
At the same time, in the distance, another woman, Eleanor, was also crying out in pain under her son's ravaging
.
The collection of erotic tales from multiple countries, "The Queen Mother of the Khalkha,"
tells of a world of twenty-five kingdoms. North of the Ming Dynasty's Zhao Empire
lay , encompassing 4.4 million square kilometers and including several smaller khanates. For example, there were five
smaller Khalkha khanates in northern Mongolia.
The Tatar Khanate's restorer, the Great Khan, was a descendant of Kublai Khan. He had eleven sons, each receiving a fiefdom.
His youngest son, Glesenza, received the Khalkha lands in northern Mongolia, becoming a Khalkha myriarch.
After Glesenza's death, his descendants further divided their lands and established their own states. Among them, Glesenza's great-grandson,
Shuolei, established the Altan Khanate in the Kobdo region; to his east, his nephew, Subadi, established
the Zasagtu Khanate; Glesenza's grandson, Tumen, established the Saninnoyen Khanate in the Selenga River region to the north;
Tumen's brother, Abatai, established the Tushetu Khanate in the Orkhon River region, with the Saninnoyen Khanate being a vassal state of the Tushetu
Khanate ; and to the east, another of Glesenza's great-grandsons established the Chechen Khanate in the Kerulen River region.
These five Khalkha khanates were all subordinate to the Great Khan of the Tatar Khanate.
Countless generations passed, and although all five Khalkha khanates in northern Mongolia were
descendants , their descendants were not as close as their ancestors, often
fighting amongst themselves for the steppe and women.
Now, there was a certain Altan Khan, Lobsang, who was brave and skilled in battle. He was nine feet tall, thirty-nine years old, wielded a 140-
pound spiked club, and possessed extraordinary strength. Leading tens of thousands of troops, Lobsang fought against the Oirats to the west and the Khalkha brother states
to the east .
His western campaign against the Oirats was a resounding success, and filled with pride, he marched eastward to "inspect"
the Zasagtu Khanate to his east, effectively treating it as a vassal state. The Zasagtu Khan, Lobsang
's cousin, had a small and weak kingdom, and seeing the power of the Altan Khanate, he could only fawn upon it.
A large contingent of Altan troops escorted Lobsang to the Zasagtu Khan's camp. The Zasagtu Khan
and his followers welcomed him, settling the Altan Khanate's forces and providing them with lavish hospitality.
In his tent, the Zasagtu Khan personally received Lobsang.
The group feasted and drank in the tent. Lobsang, drunk, said, "Although we are all
descendants of Glesenja Khan, of the five Khalkha kingdoms, my Altan Khanate is the most powerful. It's good that you all know what's good for
you and have submitted to me. After I rest here for a few months, I will lead a large army eastward and make those three eastern kingdoms submit as well!"
Zasagtu Khan agreed repeatedly and then summoned some women to dance a Mongolian dance in the tent. "Your Majesty
Altan Khan, these women are just a token of my respect. If you, Brother Khan, find them attractive, let them serve you tonight."
Lobsang, with his drunken eyes, looked at the women before him. Although these women were beautiful, his heart
was set on another woman.
Inside the tent, to show respect to Altan Khan, Zasagtu Khan invited his elderly mother to join him
for drinks . Empress Dowager Mingzhen of the Zasagtu Khanate, fifty-eight years old, was dignified, with fair skin, and sat there
with neither servility nor arrogance. Like many Mongol Khans, Lobzang had a penchant for sensual older women. Although Empress Dowager Mingzhen was advanced
in years , he could tell at a glance that she was of superior quality and must have been a beauty in her youth.
Lobzang drank his wine while glancing sideways at Empress Dowager Mingzhen. Although she wore a long robe, it
couldn't escape the lecherous eyes of Lobzang. He immediately noticed the old woman's large breasts. Looking further down
, he saw that noblewomen at that time had already adopted the habits of Han Chinese women, wearing embroidered shoes. Empress Dowager Mingzhen wore
embroidered shoes, and her feet were remarkably well-proportioned and attractive.
Lobsang swallowed hard. "Brother, I don't want any of these women. I only want your Empress Dowager with me!"
Hearing this, the nobles of the Zasagtu Khanate in the tent jumped up in anger. Seeing the situation turning against them,
the rose and drew their swords, ready to fight. The weak-willed Zasagtu Khan, fearing trouble,
stopped his generals.
He glanced at Lobsang, only to see Lobsang's wolfish eyes fixed intently on Empress Dowager Mingzhen. To be honest,
he really couldn't bear to let that lecherous Lobsang ravage his mother, because in reality, after his father's death,
he had inherited his mother's position. He had a principal wife, and Empress Dowager Mingzhen was one of his concubines.
Zasagtu Khan was in a dilemma when he saw Lobsang's wolfish eyes turn to him, the
lecherous glint in his eyes transforming into a murderous glare. Zasagtu Khan shuddered in fear. In terms of personal strength and the army of his khanate,
he was no match for the fierce Lobsang. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead as he timidly
said to his mother, "Mother, Altan Khan's interest in you is a joyous occasion for both our countries. Your Majesty, perhaps you should..."
Empress Dowager Mingzhen's chest heaved with anger: "I am your mother and your woman! How can you simply
hand me over to someone else?"
Zasagtu Khan stammered, "This...this...what if we anger Altan Khan?"
Lobsang laughed wildly: "Empress Dowager Mingzhen, I am only borrowing you for a few months. After that, I will return you to your
son. Don't worry."
Just then, a man at the table suddenly stood up, kicked over the small table in front of him, and drew his sword.
This man , about fifteen or sixteen years old, with bright, piercing eyes, was a young Mongolian hero. This man was none other than Bolhu,
the son of Empress Dowager Mingzhen and her son, Zasagtu Khan. Although young, Bolhu was
highly skilled in martial arts. He shouted, "Traitor! How dare you steal my mother! Take this!" and swung his sword at Lobsang.
The generals of the Altan Khanate rushed to protect the emperor, while the generals of the Zasagtu Khanate overturned tables and began fighting.

Outside
the tent were soldiers of the Altan Khanate; seeing the fighting inside, they rushed in to help. Seeing
the enemy's wielded his sword, cutting a bloody path, mounted his horse, and, along with several soldiers, fought his way out of the encirclement, fleeing
to the Tushetu Khanate.
The soldiers of the Altan Khanate captured Zasagtu Khan alive. Lobsang embraced Empress Dowager Mingzhen, left the Zasag
royal tent, and went straight to the Empress Dowager's own tent, expelling the wet nurses who served her.
Lobsang pounced on Empress Dowager Mingzhen like a wolf. The elderly Empress Dowager was no match for
this fierce general and was forced to the ground. In a few swift movements, Lobsang stripped her naked. The Empress Dowager
struggled desperately, reaching out to grab Lobsang's face. Enraged by
the scratches stood up and kicked the Empress Dowager several times in the breasts, causing her to cry in pain.
Lobsang stormed out of the tent, pointing at the dejected Zasagtu Khan, who had been captured by Altan's soldiers:
"You! Come with me!"
Zasagtu Khan followed him into the tent.
Lobsang said, "This is your mother, and also your woman. Today, you and I, brothers, will enjoy
her together!"
Seeing that Zasaktu Khan hesitated slightly, Lobsang held a knife to his neck: "Dare you disobey?" Zasaktu
Khan was extremely infatuated with his mother's body. Seeing his mother's white flesh, his penis became somewhat aroused.
Moreover, he was afraid of Lobsang, so he nodded in a daze, saying, "Yes! Yes!"
Lobsang still did not remove the knife, but turned to look at Empress Dowager Mingzhen: "Old woman! If you don't comply, I will kill
your son! Don't anger me!" After saying that, he put down the knife and pounced on the Empress Dowager again.
The Empress Dowager was pinned down by Lobsang, and tears streamed down her face. She wanted to struggle, but her son helped to hold her
down . Moreover, if she didn't comply, her son would lose his life.
Lobsang grabbed the Empress Dowager's large breasts and frantically sucked on her nipples. The Empress Dowager was both angry and resentful, but
powerless to resist. She could only think to herself, "My body has been played with by men for decades anyway.
I'll let him have his way for now. Fortunately, my youngest son has escaped and will surely bring reinforcements. Then I'll settle accounts with this wolf."
Lobsang, in a fit of madness, bit the Empress Dowager's large nipple hard, causing her to scream in pain. Hearing her
voice still as alluring as a young woman's, Lobsang's lust intensified. He not only bit harder but also grabbed
her other large breast. The Empress Dowager screamed incessantly in pain.
Zasaktu Khan held his mother's legs down, preventing her from resisting. Hearing his mother's cries and seeing her
beautiful white feet, he couldn't resist grabbing one of her feet and greedily licking it.
The Empress Dowager's white feet were extremely sensitive; she was most afraid of being played with by men. Whenever a man touched her feet, she would
involuntarily itch and become aroused. At this moment, her white feet were grasped and licked by her son. Her breasts ached, and her feet itched. Unable to bear
such stimulation, her old vulva began to arouse, slowly flowing with thick, lustful fluid.
Although her moans were still painful, they gradually took on a lustful quality.
For decades, Empress Dowager Mingzhen had been played with by men countless times, but this was the first time she had encountered such treatment. She
was powerless to resist. The noble Empress Dowager was being brutally violated, and her son had joined in the abuse. "Oh God!
Oh God!" the Empress Dowager cried inwardly. She resented her useless eldest son and hoped that her younger son could escape
the pursuit of the Altan people. She was in great pain from Luo Buzang's brutality and couldn't think clearly for a moment. The pain in her nipples prevented her
from thinking, and she could only scream incessantly.
"Play, play," she thought, "a woman's body is for men to play with. Women's lives are bitter. Even as an Empress Dowager,
she cannot escape the fate of being ravaged by men." The Empress Dowager thought vaguely, completely giving up the idea of resistance.
The fierce and imposing Lobsang was so powerful that even the shrewd and noble Empress Dowager Mingzhen had no choice but to give up
resistance .
Lobsang, having had his fill of playing with the Empress Dowager's breasts, straightened up and, watching Zasaktu's greedy and lewd licking his mother's feet
, laughed, "You coward! No wonder, your mother is too alluring! Brother, why don't you lie down
and rest for a while , let your mother serve you!"
Zasaktu Khan reluctantly kissed his mother's white feet one last time before putting them down and,
as Lobsang commanded, lying down beside her.
Lobsang grabbed the Empress Dowager's large breasts, forcing her to sit up: "Empress Dowager, look at me and your son, whose
penis is bigger?"
The Empress Dowager looked at their penises; both were erect and hard, but her son's penis
was only of average size, while Lobsang's was frighteningly large. She hadn't seen it while lying down, but now,
even after decades of being fucked by men, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Lobsang laughed loudly, "You saw it too, your son's penis isn't big, no wonder he can't beat me. Why don't you
go and lick it for him, maybe it'll grow bigger!"
Seeing Lobsang's large penis, the Empress Dowager felt a strange sensation, and her resistance to his command
lessened She didn't resist and knelt before her son, something she had done many times before.
The Empress Dowager bent over, sticking out her plump buttocks, kneeling on the carpet, lowering her head, and extending three jade-like fingers to pinch her son's
penis, taking it into her mouth and sucking it gently.
Lobsang stood behind the Empress Dowager, holding his penis, bending over and climbing on her back, forcefully
thrusting into her vagina from behind. His penis was too thick, and his movements were extremely brutal. Although the Empress Dowager's vagina had leaked some
lustful fluid , it couldn't withstand such forceful penetration. The Empress Dowager couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Lobsang said, "Don't scream, just lick your son's cock properly, or don't blame me for being impolite!" With that, he
thrust hard into the Empress Dowager's old cunt, plunging straight into her uterus. The Empress Dowager screamed in pain, but
fearing had no choice but to endure the pain and continue sucking her son's penis.
Lobsang slowed his pace, gently moving his penis in and out of the Empress Dowager's cunt. The Empress Dowager's cunt was warm and moist, and
the friction of his penis inside felt incredibly good. Lobsang, while thrusting, said smugly, "I've never been wrong about
women ; the Empress Dowager is indeed a top-class woman!"
Mingzhen's old cunt was very itchy from Lobsang's friction, and the large thing inside her felt extremely
stimulating. She couldn't help but let her lustful desires flare up, and she began to moan softly.
The Zasaktu Khan's penis felt incredibly good being sucked by his mother, and hearing her seductive moans only amplified
the stimulation, making his penis even harder.
As Lobsang thrust into her, he said, "Empress Dowager Mingzhen, you are truly a superior woman. Even at your age,
your moans are like those of a young woman, making me incredibly happy!"
The Empress Dowager's moans were indeed very alluring, and Zasaktu Khan couldn't control himself, ejaculating all over
her mouth. Empress Dowager Mingzhen continued to suck his penis clean. Her own vaginal fluids flowed slowly.

(Part 22 of the text)
Lobsang pulled his penis out of the Empress Dowager's vagina, squatted behind her, and carefully examined her anus
and anal hair. Empress Dowager Mingzhen was fifty-eight years old, and her anal hair was already gray. Lobsang found this incredibly stimulating. He
parted her anus and began to lick it with relish.
The Empress Dowager moaned incessantly from the itch, and couldn't help but wag her hips like a female dog. Lobsang excitedly
slapped the Empress Dowager's plump, white buttocks: "You old bitch! You're horny too! Good woman!"
He excitedly stood up, still bending over and pressing against the Empress Dowager's back, reaching down to pry open her anus and
forcefully thrusting his thick, erect penis inside.
The Empress Dowager couldn't take it anymore; her anus was almost torn apart. Although her anus had been violated by
men , Lobsang's penis was simply too thick, almost like a radish! The Empress Dowager
couldn't bear it any longer and screamed, "No...no...take it out...it's going to tear..."
Lobsang grinned maliciously: "Tearing is even better!" He then resolutely thrust in.
Empress Dowager Mingzhen howled in agony, "...It hurts...it hurts so much...Save me, Your Holiness...Save
this old woman...I...can't...take it anymore...ah...ah...it hurts so much..."
Luo Buzang slapped her buttocks hard, "Quick! Keep licking! Don't scream!" The Empress Dowager had no choice but to continue sucking her
son 's penis, enduring the pain. Tears streamed down her face as she sucked on his penis,
whimpering in agony. Her anus was about to be torn apart!
Empress Dowager Mingzhen's anus was very tight, gripping Luo Buzang's penis tightly. Luo Buzang suddenly felt he was about
to ejaculate . He hurriedly pulled his penis out of the old woman's anus, thinking, "I haven't had a proper go at her old cunt yet,
I can't let this old woman get away with it!" His withdrawal was too rough, and the Empress Dowager screamed in agony!
After Luo Buzang withdrew his penis from the old woman's anus, Empress Dowager Mingzhen's anus failed to return to its previous
tight state, becoming a gaping hole, shamelessly open and exceptionally sexy.
Luo Buzang, seeing this, felt extremely aroused and thrust his penis into the Empress Dowager's vagina from behind again.
This time, unlike before, Luo Buzang launched a storm of attacks on the Empress Dowager's old vagina.
This time, the Empress Dowager couldn't take it. She was old, her vaginal fluids were scarce, and her vagina was shallow; how could she withstand
the fierce impact of Luo Buzang's large member? Gradually, the Empress Dowager's vaginal fluids dried up, but Luo Buzang became even more vigorous. The Empress Dowager's
old vagina was rubbed painfully and gradually became swollen from the violation. The sexy old woman couldn't bear the pain any longer and let out a pig-like
scream!
At this moment, the Empress Dowager seemed to be suffering torture; with each thrust from Luo Buzang, she howled in pain. The Empress Dowager, writhing in pain
and tears streaming down her face, could no longer bear the agony and began to plead desperately: "...
Khan...Khan...please spare this old woman...don't torture her anymore...keep my body...so
I can play with you again later...my dear father...Khan...you are my dear father...please...ah...
ah...ah...it hurts...it hurts so much..." The Empress Dowager pleaded in agony, crying out in despair.
Hearing the old woman's pleas, Lobsang did not stop; instead, he thrust even more fiercely. The Empress Dowager's cunt
, swollen from his previous vile acts, was no longer as loose as it had been, but was becoming increasingly tight. Lobsang's large penis plunging
inside felt strangely similar to rape. Lobsang roared, "It feels so good! So good! I feel so
good!" and thrust even more frantically!
The Empress Dowager was in excruciating pain, and gradually, her mind became hazy. She began to feel a strange pleasure...
A feeling of helpless surrender intertwined with the pain.
She felt her body falling into an abyss, the collapse causing a sudden itch. She screamed desperately
, and thick streams of vaginal fluid gushed out again. This was rare for her before; normally
, her vaginal fluid would stop flowing after it was exhausted. But today, this ruthless devil had ravaged her, causing her
to climax again after her initial flow had ceased!
This was the fluid deep within the Empress Dowager's body, forced out through extreme torture. The Empress Dowager
screamed , her vagina in excruciating pain and intense itching.
Luo Buzang was also shocked by the old woman's inhuman, sow-like screams. He was extremely excited, frantically thrusting into
the Empress Dowager's old vagina, yelling repeatedly, "Bitch! Old bitch! I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death!"
Suddenly , he felt an itch on the back of his neck, and his semen shot out, all of it deep into the sexy old woman's vagina.
The Empress Dowager lay sprawled on the carpet, half-dead. Lobsang, panting heavily, collapsed beside her.
During her orgasm, the Empress Dowager had her son's penis in her mouth for a long time, reaching a near-
conscious state it and collapsing motionless on the carpet. Zasaktu Khan's penis, already
hardened again in his mother's mouth, rolled over, climbed on her back, and thrust into her from behind
, pounding wildly. The Empress Dowager had already lost consciousness. Her son had violated her, almost necrophilia.
Thus, the Empress Dowager was gang-raped by the wicked Lobsang and her son for over three months. Zasaktu Khan, indulging in
excessive , died beneath his mother. Lobsang then enjoyed Empress Dowager Mingzhen alone for over a month.
One day, Lobsang raped Empress Dowager Mingzhen all night, then slept until the afternoon the next day. Suddenly, shouts of battle
erupted. The Empress Dowager's youngest son, Bolhu, returned with reinforcements brought from the Tushetu Khanate.
The people and soldiers of the Zasagtu Khanate launched an uprising, cooperating with the Tushetu army to engage in fierce fighting against the invading forces of the Altan Khanate
.
Lobsang, fast asleep, suddenly felt breathless and awoke with a start. Opening his eyes, he saw that Empress Dowager
Mingzhen, hearing of her youngest son's return, was struggling to strangle him, her body severely ravaged
. But she was too weak to even crawl, let alone strangle him. Lobsang, awakened
, immediately rose and kicked Empress Dowager Mingzhen hard in the breast. She screamed in pain and collapsed onto the carpet
.
Lobsang, mace in hand, mounted his horse and rode to meet the enemy. The young hero Bolhu arrived with his Tushetu troops. Although the soldiers of the Altan Khanate
were skilled warriors, they were no match for the combined forces of the Zasagtu and Tushetu Khanates.
After a brief were killed, wounded, or taken prisoner. Lobsang, with a small retinue of followers, broke through the encirclement and
fled westward in disarray.
The Zasagtu Khanate's army and people drove out the invading forces and enthroned Bolhu as Khan. Half a month later, Bolhu saw off
the Tushetu Khanate's army and formally inherited the Khanate, along with his mother, Empress Dowager Mingzhen. That very night, he
entered the tent of his sexy old woman. Empress Dowager Mingzhen's wounds from Lobsang's ravaging were still fresh, and from within her tent, the painful screams of this sexy old woman echoed
once more .
—The End—

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