The Zhou family mother and son at Fangcaotang

So, last time, Zhou Puyuan stood in the rain for half the night, spying on the shady dealings of the Lu family father and daughter. He was consumed by lust, and the chill of the night rain
only compounded his inner turmoil. He rushed home in the morning and immediately took to his bed.
Fortunately, everything was going smoothly at the factory, allowing Zhou Puyuan to use his illness as an excuse to recuperate and clear away the lingering effects of his recent illness.
Now, let's turn to the Zhou family mother and son. Zhou Puyuan had only one son, Zhou Ping, and one wife, Fanyi.
Zhou Ping, relying on his father's wealth, idled away his days, neglecting his duties and acting like a spoiled rich kid, having countless affairs with other women. Although Fanyi
was Zhou Puyuan's legal wife, she was more than ten years younger than him, about the same age as her son Zhou Ping. Zhou Puyuan was busy managing the factory affairs and had no
time to deal with his wife. This has left this beautiful young woman neglected.
Now, dear readers, please don't be surprised, but Zhou Ping wasn't Fanyi's biological son; he was the illegitimate child of Zhou Puyuan and a maid. The maid, naturally, couldn't enter the Zhou
family compound, leaving only this illegitimate child to grow up. This mother and son, one amorous and the other lovesick, got along quite well. If it weren't for the constraints of their relationship, they would have caused
countless lawsuits.
Zhou Puyuan fell ill and stayed home all day. His wife naturally took meticulous care of him; the son couldn't be as unrestrained as usual. Zhou Ping stayed indoors every day,
paying his respects morning and evening, and serving his father throughout the day, fulfilling his filial duty.
One day, seeing that Zhou Puyuan's condition had improved and he could walk again, Fanyi quickly helped her husband to stroll in the garden. Spring had arrived, and although the snow hadn't completely melted,
the red plum blossoms were already in bloom. The plum blossoms throughout the garden seemed to have covered the small garden with a green veil.
Zhou Puyuan's health had largely recovered, and today, being close to nature, he was in high spirits, his illness having improved considerably. Father and son set up a chessboard in the pavilion for a game. Fanyi
dismissed the servants, attending to the two men alone. One moment she would lean on her husband's shoulder, a branch of plum blossoms tucked behind her back, and the next she would lean on Zhou Ping's back
, playing chess. The family of three enjoyed a peaceful time together in the pavilion.
Previously, the mother and son had their own ulterior motives, avoiding each other out of ethical considerations; though there was no romantic interest, there was also no motherly affection. These past few days, caring for the old man,
they had grown closer. When they met, they chatted and laughed, their eyes meeting without hesitation, straightforward and open. The mother had long admired her son's youthful
beauty , and the son was attracted to his young mother's graceful figure. Through
these interactions, they had confirmed their feelings for each other. Now, the son made the first move, and Zhou Puyuan pondered deeply, seemingly about to collapse onto the chessboard. Zhou Ping stretched languidly, intentionally touching Fanyi behind him, but
Fanyi didn't move. Zhou Ping pretended to bend down to pick up a piece, then pinched his mother's small feet, but Fanyi still didn't move. This time, Zhou Ping became bolder, keeping an eye on his father
while reaching inside his mother's cheongsam, feeling only smooth, moist flesh. He thought to himself that this fellow was quite the expert in the ways of the world; today, touching Fanyi's soft, tender skin,
he couldn't help but secretly admire Fanyi's natural beauty.
Meanwhile, Zhou Puyuan had just finished solving a game of chess and was about to make a move when he felt it was inappropriate, shook his head, and started reconsidering. Over there, Zhou Ping had already moved his hand up his mother's thigh,
and Fanyi neither dodged nor resisted, pretending nothing was wrong. Zhou Ping's hand grew warmer with each touch, Fanyi's leg grew hotter with each rub, and Zhou Puyuan's heart grew colder with each thought. Just as he was about to
reach the crucial point, Zhou Puyuan conceded defeat, and Zhou Ping quickly withdrew his hand, causing Fanyi to shiver.
Seeing this, Zhou Puyuan assumed his wife was standing in the snow, thinly dressed and cold. He quickly and tenderly pulled her close, saying, "Fanyi, you've
had a hard time . Today I bought you a necklace; the owner of the jade shop across the street said he'd deliver it around dinner time. You go inside first, Ping'er and I will be there shortly."
Fanyi glanced at her son, then turned and went inside. Zhou Puyuan turned back to Zhou Ping and said, "After resting these past few days, I feel much better. I
'm going . You don't need to tell me everything at home; you and Mom can handle it yourselves. Alright, let's go inside too." Zhou Ping didn't say anything, helping
her father inside.
After dinner, the necklace indeed arrived, and Fanyi was overjoyed. That evening, Zhou Puyuan announced his words to the whole family again. From then on, Zhou Ping became the head of the Zhou family household
. The creaking and groaning sounds from the master bedroom upstairs were incessant throughout the night. The next day, Zhou Puyuan, weak and frail, went back to work, but that's
another story.
Meanwhile, Zhou Ping, having listened to the noises from the second floor all night, hadn't slept a wink. She got up early to say good morning and waited for her father to go to work. As soon as Zhou Puyuan left the house, she immediately slipped into
Fanyi's bedroom.
Fanyi was lying lazily in bed, with no servants nearby. Suddenly, she sensed someone approaching. "Who is it?" she asked, too lazy to turn around. Before she could finish speaking, a cold
hand slipped under the covers, startling Fanyi into sitting up. She saw it was Zhou Ping. "Ping'er, no need for good morning, you can go out..." Fanyi lay back down.
At this point, Zhou Ping couldn't contain herself any longer. She kicked off her shoes, pounced on the bed, lifted the corner of the covers, and slipped into her mother's bed. Fanyi was terrified but dared not call out.
She pushed her son away with her hands.
Zhou Ping asked in surprise, "Mother, you seem like a different person from yesterday?" Fan Yi was speechless for a moment. Seeing that her mother's momentum had weakened, Zhou Ping grabbed Fan Yi. The two of them started
to rummage around in the quilt.
In the end, Fan Yi ran out of strength and could only resort to words: "Son, you and I... [a href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexual relations are so intimate, but I have been too kind to you, and I have been too kind to you. I did something wrong yesterday, which caused you to misunderstand. Today, you must not make the same mistake again... You should get out of bed quickly, and I will pretend nothing happened."
Zhou Ping thought to himself, this bitch, she just got a jade necklace yesterday and has already become greedy for wealth. No wonder people say that a woman is a mother to those who provide milk—just now she was all love and righteousness,
and now she's full of ethics and morality. "If I don't get my hands on you today, how can I, Zhou Ping, face the elders of this brothel?"
Thinking this, the beast increased his strength. Although I, as a mother, am young and strong, how can a woman resist a man? I could only grab a pillow and throw it at my unfilial son. Zhou
Ping was caught off guard and hit his face, his nose immediately stinging. Fan Yi followed with a kick to the stomach. Zhou Ping fell off the bed.
The servants downstairs heard the commotion and rushed up. Zhou Ping quickly crawled under the bed and heard Fan Yi say, "I was still half asleep and fell off the bed, it's nothing. I'm
too lazy to move this afternoon, so don't bring me lunch. Leave everything to the housekeeper; don't disturb my rest. Do you understand?" The servants nodded in agreement.
Only then did Zhou Ping emerge from under the bed, thinking, "This vixen thinks she can get away with this by showing me some mercy? Humph! Dream on. " Thinking of this,
countless heroic figures flashed through Zhou Ping's mind—Ximen Qing, the moderator, the little lecherous thief. These people inspired the author to continue writing, to pass
on the incestuous stories of Fangcaotang by word of mouth.
Enough of the frivolous details, let's get back to the main story. After everyone had left, Zhou Ping pounced on Fanyi's bed again, relentlessly pursuing her. Fanyi, fearing exposure, had been...
The servant had feigned resoluteness by sweeping her out of the house, but now that her spies had left and only the mother and son remained, she half-heartedly complied, allowing her beastly son
to embrace her naked body.
Zhou Ping, already impatient, grabbed Fanyi's crotch and began kneading her breasts. Fanyi struggled but didn't exert any
effort , enjoying herself with light panting.
Zhou Ping, like a tiger descending the mountain, would sometimes poke and prod Fan Yi's genitals, sometimes squeeze and suck on her breasts, and sometimes
lift Fan Yi's genitals up, burying her face in the woman's thighs and licking them greedily, even sucking out the semen Zhou Puyuan had ejaculated inside her the night before, holding it in her mouth
. The two mouths, once joined, would inevitably separate, and then join again. The semen had long since flowed into whose mouth. Fanyi's eyes were slightly open, her face flushed, glistening with
sweat , her lips slightly parted, covered in a sticky fluid. Her son was buried between her legs; Fanyi grabbed his hair, her buttocks trembled, and a stream of fluid
flowed down her thighs.
Zhou Ping saw his mother's labia redden and moistened with desire, knowing it was time. He pulled out his already erect penis and thrust it in, embracing his mother's white
buttocks to pump. Fanyi's upper body leaned against the wall, her lower body at the mercy of her unfilial son. Mother and son tormented each other for nearly half an hour. The son then wrapped his arms
around his mother's waist, pressing his lower body against hers, remaining still, only convulsing repeatedly. He gritted his teeth, panting heavily, and collapsed onto his mother, unconscious.
When Zhou Ping awoke, it was nearly noon. Fanyi gently embraced him, gazing intently at him. Zhou Ping blushed slightly. Fan Yi poked his forehead with her
finger . "You rascal! Where did that skill go? I don't know how many times you've practiced. Your face is so fair, but that thing of yours is as black as a stick..."
"Mother, you mean it's as hard as a stick, right?" Zhou Ping reached between Fan Yi's legs and stroked the woman.
"Get lost, you rascal! You're being naughty today, or I'll tell Daddy... Ouch, you're being naughty again..."
[The End]

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