The Erotic Tales of the Guo Family

In 1251 AD, the eleventh year of the Chunyou reign of the Southern Song Dynasty,
sixteen years had passed since the famous Southern Song general Zhang Mengfei repelled the Mongols. This year, the Southern Song was at peace, and everything seemed tranquil. In the same year, the
Mongol M?ngke Khan ascended the throne. M?ngke was the son of Tolui and was given the title Emperor Xianzong. However, discord and conflict among his brothers persisted.

In a certain place in Jiangnan, a soft, melodious laugh drifted across the misty lake. The laughter was both sorrowful and resentful,
charming yet mature, mature yet tinged with resentment. Looking towards the sound, one could see a small boat with a dock
rocking , splashing water everywhere. As the sound drew closer, it became clear that someone was on the boat.

The woman was beautiful, appearing to be around thirty years old, with fair skin, a full figure, and
a mature . She lay naked on the boat; her two peach-
shaped breasts stood erect, their nipples, shaped like plum blossoms, were bright red and firm, quite attractive. Only a thin strip of cloth remained on her legs, the red
fabric speckled with eroticism.

A handsome young man lay on top of her, but he seemed strangely sinister. His face was pale, and he only
knew to thrust his hips repeatedly, pushing his lower body towards a hot, sticky place. At their point of contact was the woman's
exquisite vulva; her delicate, crimson labia flipped in and out, dripping with her juices down her thighs and into the cabin.
Sparse pubic hair dotted her tender mons pubis,
tangling , making soft, swaying sounds.

"My beautiful mother, your hole is so hot and tight, I'm about to die of pleasure," the boy said like a bull,
thrusting his penis deep into the woman's vagina with each stroke. "Mother, your vagina feels so
good 'll fuck you to death."

The woman beneath him was both angry and ashamed. "Shut up, don't say anymore. Who are you? You're not my captive, give
me back my captive." The woman's face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and without her hair bun, her hair was loose, making her look even more alluring,
like a pear blossom in the rain.

"Haha, to be able to fuck a beauty like Lady Huang, it's truly a blessing from eight lifetimes." The boy's voice was
strange, clearly not the voice that should belong to someone his age. After speaking, the boy reached out and grabbed the woman's two firm breasts
, kneading and poking them repeatedly. "I'm not your son, but I am your son. My beautiful lady, look carefully
, this body that is defiling you belongs to your son, Guo Ponu; a mother may not acknowledge her son, but I, the son, will always recognize
my mother. Ah, my beautiful mother's breasts are so big, I want to touch them every day."

"Ah! Ah... Ah," the voice was faintly audible. Huang Rong was furious at the filthy words, but had no way to
vent her anger. If it were anyone else, Huang Rong would have killed them with a single blow, but the other party was using her child's body to commit evil. No matter how
skilled had nowhere to use her skills. She wanted to refuse, but the reaction from her lower body was very real. The beauty's vulva was now
turned inside out, the pink flesh mixed with specks of wetness, extremely lewd...

To talk about this unforgivable incestuous affair between mother and son, we have to start from the day before yesterday with her sister, Guo Xiang. Guo Xiang was
Guo Po-nu's twin sister, inheriting her mother's good looks. Guo Xiang was mischievous and clever by nature;
the saying beautiful mother begets beautiful daughter" couldn't be more fitting.

Guo Xiang loved to play and often took her younger brother on excursions. One sunny day, Guo Xiang and Po-nu were playing
in the deep mountains when they saw a tall, dense forest in the distance, its branches and leaves lush and verdant, and decided to explore it. Unexpectedly, they stumbled into a cave, a cave high
and wide, its depth unfathomable. Soon, a hissing sound came from within. Po-nu, somewhat like his father, was usually
quiet and inexperienced, unaware of the danger, and strode forward. The sound, like the cry of a wild beast, grew closer and closer. "Come
back!" Guo Xiang shouted.

Then, with a loud crash, Guo Xiang was thrown several blows. Xiang'er had always been mischievous and disliked martial arts, but born into a family of martial arts
masters, she possessed basic physical strength; without time to think about the pain, she shouted loudly, "Help! Help!"
Thanks to their mother's doting love for her two young children, and the constant presence of servants to look after them,

Guo Polu was carried back by the servants. He was unharmed, only unconscious. A doctor was summoned. "Strange,
" the doctor said, taking his pulse thoughtfully, "Young Master Guo is perfectly healthy, yet he remains unconscious." "Madam Guo need not
worry He has likely been frightened by something, which has damaged his mind and caused his temporary unconsciousness.
I will prescribe some medicine for him, and he should wake up soon." Huang Rong was relieved. Guo Polu was the only son
of the Guo family , and she dared not neglect him. Huang Rong sent someone to fetch some silver, saw the doctor off, and then called Xiang'er to her side,
scolding her.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Guo Polu's face, now somewhat sinister, chuckled, and
the little one beneath him seemed to have grown larger.

Huang Rong, heartbroken for her beloved son, personally prepared the
medicine
for him. However, Guo Polu remained asleep for two days and two nights without waking. Huang Rong stayed by his side, her worry growing. Huang Rong, from the Huang family and daughter of Huang Yaoshi (Huang Yaoshi), was well-versed in medicine and epigraphy. The doctor's diagnosis the other day matched her own, so
she prescribed the medicine for her child. But her son still hadn't woken up, and she grew increasingly alarmed, realizing this condition was not
simple .

"Mother, a Taoist priest is outside requesting an audience," Guo Xiang cried out, anxious that her brother hadn't woken. She was preparing
medicine for Polu when she heard someone at the door report that a Taoist priest wanted to see Chief Huang. "No,
no , go prepare your medicine quickly, don't cause trouble," Huang Rong said anxiously, not even asking who the visitor was. "The Taoist priest
says he can cure my brother's illness..." Guo Xiang added.

The Taoist priest, dressed in a yellow robe, with graying temples and a naturally hanging beard, held a whisk in his hand. He bowed to Huang Rong
and said, "I suppose Chief Huang is worried about your son." Huang Rong politely returned the bow, "
My son had an accident on the mountain the other day and hasn't woken up since. I don't know what to do." "I've heard that you can cure my son,
so please enlighten me."

The yellow-robed Taoist priest touched Guo Polu's forehead with the back of his hand and took his pulse. "Chief Huang, a few days ago I saw a
giant snake, eight zhang long, and followed it here. I heard that Young Master Guo is unwell, so I think it must be this evil spirit causing trouble." The yellow-robed Taoist priest
calmly opened Guo Polu's eyelids to look at him. "His eyes are empty and lifeless, and his spirit
is weak. This is exactly the state of evil spirits entering his body." As he spoke, he put his hands together, crossed his index fingers, and pointed at Guo Polu's two meridians, circulating his qi.

"Is there such a thing?" Huang Rong was skeptical. "All birds and beasts in the world are born and die. I've heard that
the lifespan of a snake is no more than seven or eight years, and no less than a few months. To grow into such a gigantic creature, who knows how many years it would
take? Perhaps you're overthinking it, Taoist priest," Huang Rong said noncommittally. Seeing the Taoist's methodical approach and powerful finger strikes, she thought to herself that this man's martial arts skills must be considerable.
It didn't seem like he was showing off; let's see how he handles it.

"What Chief Huang says is quite right," the yellow-robed Taoist continued. "I wonder if Chief Huang has heard of the Condor
Hero?" "

I know a little. It's said in the martial arts world that the Condor Hero is highly skilled in martial arts and loves to help the good and eliminate evil. But people in the martial arts world only know
his name and have never seen him." Huang Rong was slightly displeased. She was only concerned about when her son would recover, and
she didn't believe in the story of the snake possessing her. "

People in the martial arts world generally know the Condor Hero, but they don't realize that the Condor Hero comes first, and the Hero comes later." "I've heard that the giant eagle is taller than a person, and where its feathers fly, sand and stones fly, like a demon..." The yellow-robed Taoist spoke while circulating his qi. "I just want to say that all living things have their destiny. Such a thing is indeed inconceivable, but Chief Huang doesn't need to worry about it. Young Master Guo is a lucky person, and the heavens will take care of him." Huang Rong felt she was knowledgeable, but she could only nod and say nothing. A short while later, Po Lu coughed twice. "This humble Taoist has subdued the troublemaker. Chief Huang, there's no need to worry too much. It seems that Young Master Guo's youth and lack of martial arts skills gave that evil spirit an opportunity." Po Lu slowly woke up, confused , only saying, "Mother, Mother... Ah, my head hurts so much." Po Lu, being a child, didn't know what had happened. Huang Rong was not very happy to hear her son's voice. "Lu'er, Mother is here, everything is alright." She settled the servants to take care of Po Lu. Huang Rong said, "My son was saved by you today, Daoist Master. I still don't know your name ." "Such a great favor, my husband and I will definitely come to thank you in person another day." " I am Qinghe, Chief Huang, you don't need to be so polite. I have long heard that Guo Jing is a righteous man of the country, and Chief Huang is also a heroine among women. This little thing is nothing to mention." After saying that, the Daoist waved his whisk and said with concern, "However, I have only temporarily stopped the young master's foul breath. If you want to completely eradicate it, you will need to find another expert." Huang Rong looked troubled. Huang Rong came from a family of scholars and did not believe in strange and supernatural things in this world, but what happened to Po Lu was also very puzzling. "May I ask, Master, who can solve this?" "This humble Taoist is foolish and lacks the experience of my senior brother. If only he were still alive," the Taoist said sadly. " However my senior brother often mentioned Master Yideng, and I have long heard that Master Yideng is one of the most outstanding figures in the martial arts world today . I believe he must possess extraordinary abilities and can solve this." "So you also know Master Yideng, Master." Master Yideng was a highly respected figure of his time, known as the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar, the Eastern Heretic, and the Western Poison . Guo Jing and Huang Rong had both interacted with him. Huang Rong recalled how, more than ten years ago, she had been struck by the Iron Sand Palm and sought Master Yideng's help. Thinking of her son, she felt at ease. It was getting late, and the Taoist was about to leave. Huang Rong tried to persuade him to stay, but he declined. As the Taoist priest left, he glanced around and instructed, "Young Master Guo's illness is not yet resolved; the exorcism of evil spirits should not be delayed, the sooner the better." He then added, "Chief Huang , if you encounter anything unusual about the young master on the road, do not act rashly. Be careful in all matters to prevent unforeseen circumstances. " Not long after leaving, the yellow-robed Taoist priest seemed to remember something, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty . "This kind of wicked creature will certainly not bring anything good. Ah! This is bad, Chief Huang and his mother…" With a cry of "Ah!", the Taoist priest collapsed dead, as if struck by a heavy blow. Meanwhile, Guo Jing, in Xiangyang, was busy with the anti-Mongol plan and naturally unaware of what had happened to his wife and children at home. Huang Rong, anxious for her son, settled Guo Xiang and then found a boat to take her son south alone to seek help from Master Yideng . Guo Polu was somewhat timid by nature and rarely traveled far, unlike his parents. Fortunately , his mother took good care of him on the journey, and although Guo Polu was different from usual, the journey was uneventful. That night, Huang Rong and her son ate some dry rations and went to sleep. Around midnight, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Guo Polu suddenly woke up. His face was unusually pale, and he laughed loudly before reaching out and roughly kneading Huang Rong's breasts. Huang Rong, possessing superb skills, had already woken up. The sudden turn of events—her son, who had been perfectly fine during the day, was now behaving inappropriately—filled her with shock and shame as she looked at her familiar yet unfamiliar son and his large hands still reaching for her breasts. She frantically tried to push Polu away, but couldn't. In her anxiety, she exerted even more force, but Guo Polu remained unmoved. "Polu'er, let go! I'm your mother. Be good, stop being naughty, or I'll get angry!" The usually well-behaved child was behaving strangely, his lewd hands grabbing and kneading the beautiful woman's full breasts, clearly exceeding the boundaries of mother-son affection. Huang Rong, as a wife, naturally felt this was inappropriate and quickly stopped him. Ignoring the words of the beauty before him, Guo Polu reached out and tried to lift Huang Rong's thin gauze dress. "Mother's breasts are so big and soft, they feel so good to touch." Huang Rong tried to resist with both hands, but she was no match for Guo Polu's strength. Unable to resist, she wondered when her child had such strength, realizing it was unusual. Seeing her dress about to be lifted, she had no time to think, feeling both ashamed and angry. "Let go Polu, or Mother will really get angry!" Huang Rong used her hands and feet to push Polu away. Guo Polu was incredibly strong at this moment. He ignored his mother's resistance, panting with desire, he wrapped one arm around Huang Rong's waist, and with the other, he lifted the hem of her thin gauze dress, revealing . Huang Rong, being a martial artist, had a beautiful figure and fair skin, and was good at maintaining it. Her breasts were truly gorgeous and large, white with a rosy tint, exceptionally firm, and without any sagging. "My beautiful mother, are you enjoying being touched by your son? These breasts of yours are mine from now on." Guo Polu kneaded and squeezed, his hands covering Huang Rong's breasts in extremely lewd ways, occasionally pinching her nipples with his fingers. Huang Rong cried out "Ah!" as her nipples were pinched and squeezed. Ancient ethics and moral principles were strict; how dare tease her like this? Although Huang Rong loved her children, she maintained both dignity and protection. She never imagined such an embarrassing situation would occur. She remembered the words of the Taoist priest Huang, knowing it must be the work of an evil spirit. With Huang Rong's martial arts skills, she could easily subdue Guo Polu, but now, held in his arms, she felt weak and powerless . Although little Polu was mischievous, he was usually very respectful to his mother, Huang Rong. Thinking of this, Huang Rong felt that the boy in her arms was not ordinary. Looking at his face, she found that her son's face was pale and his expression was abnormal. He anxiously asked, "Who are you? You're not my son! Let me go!" Huang Rong was pinned down, struggling frantically, which only fueled Guo Polu's lustful desires. He grabbed Huang Rong's breast with one hand and groped it forcefully, while his other hand reached towards her genitals. "My beauty, just enjoy yourself. Your man is thousands of miles away, your body can't be satisfied, you must also want to do that kind of thing... Look at you..."

"Your nipples are hard, and this body, so fair and smooth, let's have some fun today."

Huang Rong couldn't escape, her heart filled with fear, and she hurriedly squeezed her thighs together to resist. As a woman from her maternal family, Huang Rong felt
ashamed and afraid. She was ashamed that her nipples had hardened from being caressed, and she was afraid of losing her virginity, especially since
the man on top of her was her only son. Confucian ethics placed great importance on morality, and
it was unimaginable that her own son would do such a lewd thing to her.

However, Huang Rong was not one to easily give in. Even in danger, she wanted to find out the truth, at least
for her son's sake. She didn't want to see both her son and herself lost. "Who are you? Why are you trying to harm my
son ? Where is my son?" As a mother, she was still thinking about her son's safety.

"Am I not your son? How can you not recognize your own son, Mother?" Guo Polu, seeing
Huang Rong squeeze her legs together, wasn't in a hurry. He turned over and pressed his mouth against Huang Rong's face.

The child's face drew closer, startling Huang Rong, who quickly turned her head away, a few strands of hair falling loose.
Her breathing was slightly disordered, her face flushed, and she looked exquisitely beautiful. Only
Guo Jing , but that was her lawfully wedded husband; the man on top of her was her and Guo Jing's beloved son. Guo
Polu moved closer to his mother, inhaling the rich fragrance emanating from her, and began to lick and suckle Huang Rong's face and neck
.

After a while, Guo Polu still wasn't satisfied. His usually aloof and dignified mother was now blushing
and pinned beneath him. Thinking of this, Guo Polu's desire intensified, and he eagerly sought to bite the beauty's lips.
Huang Rong, as a mother, naturally wouldn't allow it, turning her head away to prevent the little rascal from succeeding.

"My beautiful mother, stick out your tongue and I'll tell you." Such a mature and alluring woman,
Guo Polu only wanted to savor her. He was already pressed against Huang Rong, one arm tightly embracing her,
the other freely caressing her thigh. He then gave Huang Rong a glare, a warning that
if she didn't , it would harm her son.

Huang Rong, a chaste and virtuous woman, was indignant and refused to stick out her tongue, closing her eyes and no longer shaking her head.

Guo Polu knew the woman beneath him wouldn't comply, but dared not resist. He lowered his
head and kissed her lips, his mouth clenching, biting and sucking, his tongue thrusting out to probe into her mouth.

Huang Rong tried to refuse, closing her lips. Unable to pry open her mouth, Guo Polu's hands rose to her
large breasts, his index fingers pinching her nipples hard.

The son's teasing of his mother's breasts was so stimulating and forbidden that Huang Rong trembled and
cried out, "Ah!" She immediately realized her mistake, as her son's tongue had invaded her mouth. This intimate
contact was something Huang Rong had never experienced before. Guo Jing was a man ignorant of romance, and their usual encounters
were always hasty.

Unexpectedly, her beautiful lips were now possessed by her son. The little rascal's tongue plunged into his mother's mouth,
sucking and drawing out her sweet saliva. He continued to push his tongue
deeper into her mouth until the tip touched hers. Whether they liked it or not,
the stimulation of love between men and women is immense. At this moment, the touch of tongues, the combination of opposite sexes and mother-son relationship, made
the sensations to shudder.

While licking and biting his beautiful mother's tongue, the little rascal continued to caress her
large breasts and full thighs. As Guo Polu moved, Huang Rong's lower garments loosened, and the little rascal
took the opportunity to remove them, then reached for her genitals.

Huang Rong's sensitive areas were aroused, her face flushed, and her body grew hot.
Realizing her son had removed her clothes and his lewd hand was now on her buttocks, Huang Rong knew
this would lead to disaster. She quickly blocked the little rascal's hand from reaching her genitals with one hand and used
a little of her internal energy to push Guo Polu away with the other.

However, to her surprise, Guo Polu simply swayed his hand, easily deflecting her resistance. She had only used two levels of force to
avoid hurting her son, but her usually weak son had easily neutralized it.
The little rascal ignored his mother's actions, continuing to caress the beautiful woman's full, white breasts.
He then slipped one leg between Huang Rong's tightly closed legs, gently rubbing her smooth
thigh up and down.

Huang Rong was terrified and embarrassed, but she couldn't care less. She withdrew her hand and struck again at the man's
upper body .

Fortunately, the little rascal reacted quickly and caught the blow. He was afraid of hurting such a beautiful woman
; he wanted to enjoy her body, so his strike was perfectly timed. "You heartless mother! I'm
your son, a piece of your flesh! Don't you even want your son anymore?"

"How can you treat your own mother like this? Do you know what you're doing? It's outrageous!"
Thinking about how she had almost used all her strength but couldn't subdue the man on top of her, Huang Rong felt increasingly
incredulous. Guo Polu was prone to illness from birth, not only physically weak but also lacking in martial arts talent,
showing no signs of inheriting his father Guo Jing's physique. Yet, he was behaving unusually at this moment.

"No, you're not a captive! Who are you?" Huang Rong was terrified, only thinking about how to escape this embarrassing
situation. "I am Guo Jing's wife, and Huang Yaoshi is my father. Give me back my child, or else..."

"Or else what?" Seeing his mother's anxious expression, the little captive reached out and touched the beauty's genitals
. Although Huang Rong's triangle was covered by a layer of underwear, he could still feel a warmth when he touched it.
The little captive only touched it briefly before putting his hand back to his nose and smelling it, drawing out his words, "
Mother 's genitals smell so good..." Meeting Huang Rong's gaze, the little captive's words were full of teasing intent.

"You...you're filthy." The elegant and refined Huang Rong had never been treated so rudely before. The little bandit
's actions made her extremely ashamed, her face flushed red, and she turned her head away, unable to look into her son's fiery eyes. "They
'll be rude to you."

"Since that's the case, then I'll be rude to you first. To die under a beauty's skirt is to die a romantic death,
don't , my beautiful mother..." The little bandit finished speaking lewdly, reaching out to pull down the beauty's underwear.

"Shut up, don't shout!"

Realizing the person's actions, Huang Rong was filled with shame, panic, and fear, and quickly tried to cover her underwear, but her strength...
Compared to the man on top of her, she was still inferior. Seeing her thin panties teetering on the verge of falling down, Huang Rong struggled frantically, crying out,
"Wake up, Lu'er! I'm your mother! Lu'er, no... What have you done to Lu'er?
Give !"

In the struggle, with a tearing sound, the beauty's panties turned into pieces of cloth and were ripped off. The pure white cloth was as
pure as her mother. The little bandit held his mother's panties to his face, kissing and playing with them for a while, then crumpled them into a ball and stuffed them into his
sleeve. This was the beautiful woman's underwear, and he wanted to treasure it.

Without the protection of her panties, Huang Rong's entrance was wide open, and she could only try to keep her snow-white thighs tightly closed, her small hands
busy covering her private parts.

Seeing the beauty before him, shy and on the verge of tears, the little bandit felt extremely satisfied. Then, with a cacophony of cackling sounds, it revealed its true form
and spoke again, "I am the Spirit Serpent of Nanshan, having already reached the pinnacle of my cultivation, awaiting only ascension to heaven. Who knew that your
brat would barge in that day, preventing my ascension and forcing me to submit to the body of such a mortal? Tell me, am I not wronged…?
Hundreds of years of cultivation have been ruined just like that. Perhaps this is fate… But it's all good, having such a beautiful
woman for my pleasure is worthwhile, hahahaha."

[The End]

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