My absurd and lewd affair with a mother and her two daughters—or rather, absurdity.

My Absurd and Lewd Encounters with a Mother and Her Two Daughters—Or, Absurdity, I'll Say It:

Everyone has a youth, and in youth, anything done can be forgiven.

Everyone's youth comes only once, like life itself—a one-way journey with no return tickets. Whether

a great man or a despicable scoundrel, everyone has some absurd experiences in the imprint of youth.

I am neither a great man nor a despicable scoundrel; I am who I am, a man with a bitter childhood, a happy

youth, and troubled middle age. Once a top student, a prodigy, now a worthless expert (a title forced upon me by

others ), like many other men, I had an unforgettable first love and a passionate marriage.

But I have more than many: a painful divorce. In the life lesson of managing marriage, I am a

failing student.

Every step of my life has been like walking on a knife's edge. I don't have a father as wealthy as Li Ka-shing, nor

a father like Li Gang, and certainly no "uncle" to occasionally exchange expensive watches with. Therefore,

everything depends on my own efforts and hard work.

It's no exaggeration to say that my 40-year journey has been like dancing on a knife's edge. Every

position, every unit, and every industry I've experienced has been filled with different people, events, unity, and struggles. To achieve

my own "success," "I" or "we" had to prepare for all sorts of

conflicts . I often wonder, how many of us so-called "successful people" haven't

defeated our opponents in bloodless battles to advance? How many of us haven't aged prematurely?

Are we truly strong or fragile inside? In our interactions with others, how many of us don't wear masks, speak cautiously, or

say one thing but another? Are we really so strong that we don't need to confide in anyone or seek understanding?

Then how do we alleviate loneliness and solitude?

The saying "the higher you climb, the colder it gets" and "climbing Mount Tai, all other mountains seem small" are ancient metaphors for

the loneliness and arrogance felt at the summit. We lack the lofty virtues of our ancestors. We, the "old wolves" of the late 60s and early 70s,

were educated in an era where tradition and modernity intersected. We received the traditional moral codes of our parents' upbringing

, while schools and society taught us to break free from superstition and focus on reality. Thus, most of the traditional imprints left on

our generation are like the marks left by squirrels foraging in the snow. More often

, the dazzling, materialistic, and tempting realities of the world give us too many desires and expectations. These behaviors, absolutely intolerable under

traditional moral principles, often act like a pent-up flood,

ready to erupt into a raging beast once it reaches a certain point and exceeds a certain balance. For example, sex, women, promiscuity…

we have all faced various temptations. There's a saying: "Men don't cheat because they

don't have enough resources; women don't stray because they face too little temptation. Or rather, men's loyalty is only because the price of

betrayal is too low; women's fidelity is only because the temptation is insufficient." When we appear glamorous in public but

feel utterly lonely inside, regardless of our wealth or influence, we might, under certain pretexts, either

go along with it or reluctantly find excuses for our absurdity.

I'm not a moralist or an ascetic; I'm a member of society, and the defining characteristic of an ordinary member of society is

considerable flexibility, adaptability, or even malleability. We often

attend various social events for work, networking, or within our social circles, leading us to frequent places like saunas, karaoke bars, karaoke lounges, and tea houses.

In this world of dazzling lights and bustling activity, it's impossible to remain oblivious to the outside world. We

've heard of and experienced everything that entertainment venues offer, but we're not necessarily "willing" to follow the crowd—we worry about reputation and

honor , even though we might secretly yearn for the day

when we can indulge in these desires without paying too high a price for them.

I am a "member of society" under the various physiological and psychological conditions analyzed above.

Based on the above tedious analysis, we won't get involved with nightclub hostesses, bar girls, or sauna beauties

. However, if one day we meet a close female confidante online or on QQ,

we might find ourselves caught in a turbulent current of emotions or desires.

Thanks to Ma Huateng's QQ, in this virtual world, I once met a female

confidante Ru was a Shanghai woman whose family had fallen on hard times. She was a

woman with whom I had heartfelt conversations about life and human relationships in the virtual world. On the QQ platform, we went from strangers to acquaintances and friends, ultimately enacting an

absurd story of intertwined human emotions and desires.

In 2002, I went on a business trip to Chengdu and stayed at the Minshan Hotel. I remember that at that time,

the Minshan was considered a relatively high-end hotel in Chengdu, and the rooms already had internet access.

Arriving in Chengdu for the first time, I was struck by the relaxed lifestyle of the locals, which extended to my work as well. Compared to the fast-paced

life , it was hard to adapt immediately. Fortunately, my business partner wasn't in a rush,

giving me, someone with little interest in travel and sightseeing, ample time

to chat .

We were quite familiar with Ru, but we never asked each other where we were from or what we did for a living

. You might say, how is that possible? We've been chatting for over a year and haven't asked where we live or what we do for a living? Yes,

chatting with Ru is like a gentle boat gliding on water, flowing smoothly. We talk about life's triumphs, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, the

beauty , literature and philosophy, the bull and bear markets of the stock market, and the ups and downs of the economy. We never discuss our work,

families, spouses, or children. It's as if we're outsiders, detached from worldly concerns. Over the course of a year, I could sense her

purity and freshness. From her fragmented words, I could roughly understand her background, knowing she was in a certain region of a province in

southwest though I couldn't pinpoint her exact location. I could also

sense her discontent from her few sighs on social media, but I truly couldn't be sure what kind of discontent she was experiencing.

However, this trip to Chengdu was destined to be the beginning of our intertwined lives and intertwined emotions, nurturing

a poignant and passionate love affair where we poured out our feelings, our confusion, and our burning desires for each other.

It was mid-spring. I opened my laptop, logged into QQ. Back then, there were many chat rooms, all sorts of chat rooms

you could enter anytime as a visitor or lurking to observe the chaos of life. It was said that back then, men would try to woo pretty girls...

It's common for people to hook up with rich guys. As long as both parties are interested and live in the same city, dating three times a day and

sleeping with five people of the opposite sex in three days isn't considered shocking.

I don't like chatting online. None of the few friends I have on QQ are online. Only Ru's grayed-out penguin

avatar is flashing to tell me she has messages.

(Dear readers, this article has too much setup in the beginning and there is no pornography. There is only a little passion in the second half. If

you are in a hurry, please skip this article. I don't mean to delay you at all—hehe.) "Why haven't I seen you online for a long time

? When will you be online?"

"I want to chat with you, but..."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Tell me when you're online."

...

I'm not usually online, or sometimes I log in but am invisible. But I was

preparing and really didn't have time to log in, which is why there were so many messages. We don't chat every day.

Why does she seem so eager to talk to me? Is something wrong? So I immediately replied, "I'm here,

but I'm on a business trip."

I didn't expect her to reply immediately because her avatar was grayed out.

But then a sudden "beep beep" gave me a pleasant surprise; she was online in stealth mode.

"Oh, you're finally online!"

"I thought something had happened to you."

"Where are you on your business trip?"

Her enthusiasm was infectious.

"Hehe, sorry, I've been busy the past few days and haven't had time to go online. I'm in Chengdu now."

"You're in Chengdu?!"

"Yes, what's up?"

"My home is in Chengdu, didn't you know?"

"When did you ever tell me your home was in Chengdu?"

"Oh, really? I don't think I ever did, but I thought you knew."

"Haha, what a coincidence! Where in Chengdu are you from? I think you're from Shanghai."

"Yes, I'm from Shanghai, but that's only because my parents are. Now I'm only half

Shanghainese

" "How do I understand that?"

"Hehe, is it hard to understand?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit slow, not very good at social niceties, you know that.

" "Want to understand?"

"Yes."

"Then say a few things to make me happy and I'll tell you."

Hehe, it seems she's in a good mood today, almost like she's being a little coquettish.

"Oh dear, a refined woman like you wouldn't need a few flowery words to fob me off. I

'd love to hear your elegant commentary on classical poetry and lyrics; that would be a great learning experience for me."

"Haha, you silly girl, even though you're mostly just being polite, I'm still happy. Tell me

which hotel you're staying at in Chengdu?"

"Minshan."

"Minshan Hotel in Jinjiang District?"

"Yes, it seems to be in the city center. I'm not very familiar with it.

" "Do you want to exercise?"

Such a leap of thought! I didn't immediately catch on.

"Exercise now? I usually only take a walk after dinner; I don't usually exercise."

"Oh dear, you're really dense."

"What's this all about? How am I dense?"

"Come downstairs now, give me your phone number, and then follow my instructions."

"What for?" "

Idiot, my house is very close to your hotel. Start your 'walking' tram and come

here for tea."

For a moment, I was truly stunned. I never imagined meeting her, much less that I would see her so soon. Perhaps,

at that moment, I wasn't entirely ready to see her. But I was also incredibly excited, even though I'd never

dared to hope that a virtual friend could become a real person.

Since the beautiful woman had given instructions, I couldn't be a show-off, so I obediently typed in my phone number, logged off, and turned off my phone.

At 34, I was still quite energetic (yes, I was very energetic back then; looking at my 2003 driver's license, I could

be described as "handsome"—175cm tall, 120kg, thick black hair, elegant glasses,

intelligent eyes, and a straight head, handsome with a mature air. Eleven years later, I have

graying temples , a big belly, and a receding hairline that even I find disgusting). I washed my face, combed my hair, polished my shoes,

put on my suit, and went downstairs.

Just as I reached the lobby, the unique ringtone of my Nokia 8310 rang.

Following her directions, I headed west along the main road on the north side of Minshan Mountain, turning left and right...

Fifteen minutes later, I stopped in front of an old-fashioned brick and wood building. A tall woman

with long stood smiling before me, and I felt dizzy—"Her alluring eyes were shyly closed, her red lips parted in a smile,"

"Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without adornment," "Her teeth were as white as melon seeds, her eyebrows were like moths. Her face was as red as an open lotus, her skin as smooth as

solidified cream. She was graceful and unrestrained, light and unpretentious. She boasted of her unparalleled beauty, and relied on her captivating charm"... If I had more

classical Chinese knowledge, I would have been willing to describe and praise her more, but alas, I lacked literary talent, and my words failed me.

All along the way, I had imagined what she would look like, feeling both anticipation and trepidation, but I never expected her to be

so elegant and beautiful…

“You are xxx?”

“…”

“Hehe, are you stunned? Forgot your own name?”

“I…”

“Haha, I’m Ru, welcome to Chengdu!”

“You’ve made this beauty wait for fifteen minutes at Pin Du Xiao Zhu.”

Only then did I notice the four characters of the plaque on the small building, “Pin Du Xiao Zhu”

…

I won’t go into details about the meeting.

She had hung a “No Guests Served” sign at the door. During our two-hour meeting, I drank her

carefully brewed “Mengding Ganlu Tea” while listening to her recount her family history and her current life. Ru’s grandfather

had been in the grain business in Shanghai before liberation. In 1948, near the time of liberation, the family moved to Chengdu to avoid persecution. At that time, her father

was still a minor. After liberation, due to family circumstances, they suffered almost the same misfortunes as other families across the country.

The warehouse was confiscated, and her father, due to criticism and struggle sessions during the Cultural Revolution, suffered both mental and physical ailments and ultimately succumbed to fate,

passing away before the age of 35. This left her mother to raise her and her sister with great hardship. Despite

the ravages of the revolution, she still maintained a strong foundation in traditional Chinese culture due to her family background.

Her father instilled in her a good education from a young age. Although the family fortunes declined, she and her sister did

not become homeless due to their ancestors' misfortunes. In 1983, the government returned the house her grandfather had purchased, which

is now her "Xiaozhu" (small dwelling).

Born in the mid-1970s, she dropped out of high school after graduation for various reasons and became a nurse. Her

beautiful appearance brought endless troubles to her and her family. Her mother arranged a marriage for her,

and after her marriage, she and her sister returned to Shanghai (some of their pre-liberation Shanghai properties were returned in 1985,

but their household registration remained unresolved, which is perplexing).

After getting married, they lived in the old house. Unfortunately, fate was unkind; her husband was naturally weak and

in poor unable to conceive, which became a source of worry for his family. Gradually, she and her husband's family

developed various typical Chinese family problems, ultimately leading to the breakdown of their marriage. She has remained single ever since…

After the divorce, she resigned from the hospital due to gossip at work. With the help of friends, she renovated her ancestral home,

turning the first and second floors into a tea room similar to a modern-day "club.

" She wasn't particularly materialistic, but she

devoted Gradually, her tea house became a scenic spot in the city. She no longer entertained ordinary people, but only

those with a certain social standing and refined taste. Tea lovers, musicians, calligraphers, and needlework

enthusiasts were her guests, but even this couldn't alleviate the deep loneliness and solitude in her heart.

Our online encounter was accidental. Our acquaintance stemmed from her attraction to my easygoing nature (in reality,

I'm quite combative; only in the virtual world of the internet can I release my nonchalance and find inner peace.

I'm very selective about my chat partners, rarely adding people proactively, and immediately blocking anyone who raises a topic I dislike

), my refreshing (oh my god, that's the word she used to describe me), and my refusal to discuss sex. These

qualities left a deep impression on her, leading her to seek me out whenever she felt like it to vent.

When she heard I was on a business trip in Chengdu, she realized how close we were. The years she had spent running her own little

haven had transformed her from a docile girl into a decisive and independent woman. She

felt that not meeting me would be a rejection of fate, which led to our meeting today.

For over two hours, I listened quietly to her story, feeling her early hardships and confusion, experiencing her

struggles and pain as an adult, and deeply sensing her hidden attachment to me.

I am not a saint, nor am I a hypocrite.

I have feelings.

I love beauty.

I love beautiful women.

Ru is beautiful.

Ru is such a beautiful woman.

Ru is such an elegant and slightly melancholic beauty.

How could I not be moved?

How could I not be touched?

Unless I…

But I never imagined that Ru would also be such a passionate and beautiful woman. Everything she did for me later

is still etched in my memory. It should always remain in my heart, but alas, things change. If I don't record it, I'm afraid that this

emotional fusion, the intertwining of desires, and the chaotic relationship will leave me with a lifetime of guilt and be lost in

the beauty of humanity.

I don't want to record our first passionate encounter, the communication of our souls, and the fusion of our bodies here, because

it was pure love and tenderness.

During our week in Chengdu, every night was a sweaty union, a battle, a taking,

a giving, a mutual sacrifice.

By chance, I later helped her, her mother, and her sister with all the household registration transfers back to Shanghai, which led to

the later chaos. In the spring of

2004

, I enrolled in an EMBA program at a university, which gave me a lot of free time. Ru's mother was in her fifties, and

her younger sister was only twenty-two. I got to know them while helping them with their household registration. After Ru's household registration was transferred to Shanghai,

she entrusted her business in Chengdu to a close friend and returned to Shanghai. Her family owned a small property in

a , but even that, according to current market

prices, was worth close to 30 million yuan. At that time, before she returned to Shanghai, her mother, not very worldly,

luxuriously enjoyed a "spacious villa" that ordinary Shanghainese could only dream of. During the Spring Festival of 2004, the

family finally reunited in Shanghai. To thank me for my help (I didn't spend any money to help them with the transfer, but I

definitely used all my connections; something they couldn't get done in over 10 years was stalled because of a small problem—

I seriously despise those "powerful officials," those "government officials" who take our taxpayers' money but do nothing), her

mother repeatedly asked Ru to invite me to their home for dinner. For various reasons, the opportunity never came until I went back to

university for further studies.

One afternoon, I arrived at the dinner with a car full of gifts. Beforehand, Ru and I had been "

communicating ," and despite her "mother's" repeated invitations,

I felt awkward about eating at their house since I have a family. So, when I decided to accept the invitation, I bought many gifts, some for

my mother and some for my sister.

My younger sister, Ya, is 22 years old. While not as tall as her older sister Ru, she's still quite tall at 165cm. She's youthful,

beautiful, and full of energy. She moved to Shanghai with her mother when she was a teenager to attend school, but because she couldn't speak Shanghainese and didn't have a

Shanghai household registration, her grades weren't very good, and she didn't attend a regular university. Like her sister, she became a

nurse, but she can only work in a private hospital—no permanent position, few benefits, and a very tough

job

. Fortunately, they don't have to worry about housing, and they rent out three rooms on the ground floor as offices for a company from out of town in Shanghai, so their finances are manageable. While helping them obtain their household registration, my connections also solved her

long-standing problem of finding a job. She keeps saying she's grateful to "her brother" (her sister's "friend"—me).

After helping them obtain official Shanghai residency (not the current blue-stamp residency), thanks to connections

and their solid nursing theory and practical skills, they were hired as permanent employees

with a formal position at a maternal and child health center in a district of Shanghai.

That afternoon, the sunlight was gentle. When I arrived at their building with gifts, Ru was already waiting at

the door. Because there was no parking available, my car was parked at least 300 meters away from their house, so carrying

a large pile of gifts that far, I was drenched in sweat by the time I arrived.

I can imagine their enthusiasm; my mother was cooking, my sister hadn't come home from work yet, and Ru prepared a bath for me,

letting me comfortably soak in their large bathtub.

No matter how I think about it, I still can't remember whether I was tired or what, but logically I should have been

very excited, yet I fell asleep in the bathtub.

A gasp woke me from my daze. I knew Ya had gone home from work. Ya's job problem was solved,

but a new problem arose. She was far from home and had to take the bus and subway to get to work, which took more than two hours round trip,

so it was still very tiring. (After the subsequent family troubles, in order to make up for my mistakes, I used my connections and

spent a lot of money to finally reassign Ya's job, truly achieving: less work, more money, and closer to home. But that's

another story.)

I quickly got dressed (Ru had prepared a very clean shirt and underwear for me) and went down to the living room (the living room was on

the second floor, and the bathroom was on the third). Ru was whispering with Ya, and I could see Ya's excitement. Her

gift was the latest model cell phone and a fashionable cashmere sweater. Seeing me come downstairs, Ya exaggeratedly ran to my

side and gave me a loud kiss on the cheek. I was a little shocked. Just then, her mother came out with the dishes and,

seeing Ya's actions, scolded, "You little devil, acting like this! You're so old and still don't know how to be reserved!" "What's wrong?

He's not a stranger, he's my brother. What's wrong with a kiss?" "See if your sister doesn't hit you!" "My sister won't hit me.

She knows I like my brother." "Don't talk nonsense. Go wash your hands and get ready to eat." "Xiao Z, Ya is being silly, please don't

take offense ." "No, Ya is very sensible. You're always so polite, making so many dishes. I won't dare come again next time."

"We really want to thank you. You've helped us so much. We hope you'll like our family's food and my

cooking..."

Encouraged by my sister, we drank the red wine I brought. Unfortunately, my alcohol tolerance is limited, and I

was quickly persuaded to drink too much by the little girl. I could feel my face turning red, and my head felt heavy. I

couldn't Anyway, when I woke up, I was lying in a room on the second floor.

I checked the time; it was a little after eight in the evening. Still a bit groggy, I was confused. How did I fall asleep?

Whose room was this? Where were they?

There was some hangover tea on the bedside table, which I picked up and gulped down.

Putting down the cup, my mind cleared a little. I heard running water in the bathroom and some soft music. Clearly,

Ya was taking a shower in the ensuite bathroom.

I was still confused. What was going on? After a moment, the water stopped. Worried about the embarrassment of Ya discovering I was awake, I decided

to continue pretending to be drunk.

Squinting in the dim light, my now clear mind wondered what Ya would look like when she came out.

Ya quietly left the bathroom (every room in their house has a shower, and there's a large bathroom

on with a bathtub). She seemed afraid of disturbing my sweet dreams, unaware that "brother" was pretending to be asleep. Wrapped in

a towel and with her hair tied up, she quietly came to my bedside. I could feel her breath. She was gently drying her wet hair , then

squatted down. A few unruly strands of hair brushed against my face; the dampness made me slightly uncomfortable. I

dared not open my eyes, afraid of being exposed.

Ya seemed unaware that I was awake. She stood up and then fell silent.

I was a little confused. Why was she so quiet? What was she doing? I slightly opened my eyes. Under the orange light,

a golden, naked body stood silently. In the backlight, I could see thin, pinkish hairs on her face, completely still

, seemingly lost in thought or hesitant. I dared not change my sleeping position, afraid she would discover I was awake.

"What should I do? My sister and mom just went to the supermarket. Will brother look down on me?"

Ya muttered to herself.

What did Ya mean? (I muttered to myself)

"Whatever, my sister knows what I like. She's always been accommodating, she won't be angry."

"If I miss this chance, I'll never have another one."

...

A sudden realization dawned on me. Could it be that Ya wants to...

"Brother," Ya called softly.

I didn't dare to respond .

"Brother, do you know I like you too?"

"My sister said you love her very much."

"I want you to love me too."

My penis was already erect...

I was also very nervous, but I didn't dare to agree or make any move...

All of this happened in the last minute or two. Before I could think it through, Ya had already

gently gotten into bed.

Ya's naked body was very fit, and any man would be unable to control himself, but I didn't dare...

Ya gently lifted the blanket. At this moment, even a fool would know what she was going to do, but I

couldn't do anything. My heart started pounding faster and faster. I could feel Ya's wet hair on my arm. If I didn't

react, it would obviously be an act.

In a flash, I decided to feign remorse, pulling Ya into my arms and pretending to be dazed, saying, "Ru, Ru,

let me love you."

Ya obediently let me embrace her, and I kissed her lips, sucking, my hands on her breasts…

It was this fleeting thought that led Ya, Ru, her mother, and me to commit a

shocking , and shameful incestuous tragedy, a bizarre

and beautiful story of love and desire that unfolded in the most absurd way.

I never imagined that when I slid my hand from her nipples between her legs, Ya would be so wet.

At first thought it was just the moisture from her recent shower, but when my fingers slipped between her lips, my experience

told me it was Ya's bodily fluids.

At that moment, I had transformed from a human into a beast.

I never imagined Ya was a virgin, and I thrust myself in.

"Ah, it hurts!"

"Brother, it hurts, it's Ya!"

"Huh?"

"Little sister, it's you?"

"I'm sorry"—I pretended, "Brother, don't move, I'm willing, don't move, I like you, brother."

I pretended to have mistaken someone for someone else, but my penis didn't back down. I didn't want to back down at this moment. This was the first time I had ever met a virgin.

I had initially thought that Ya's passionate and unrestrained personality meant she was no longer a girl. Who would have thought that I would have such an encounter?

"Little sister, I can't"—my penis still didn't back down.

"Brother, I like you, I want to give you my first time."

"Your sister will kill me, I've ruined you." "Brother

, don't talk, I'm still in a little pain."

"Sister won't blame you, sister knows I like you"—Note: Shanghai girls don't say "love," they say

"like."

Ya turned her head slightly, her lips met mine, and her tongue entered my mouth.

...

Everything happened just like that, everything was irreversible.

When I ejaculated, I heard footsteps coming upstairs. At this moment, it would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid, but

I wouldn't be willing to not finish. Let it come. Let God curse me.

...

Hastily finished ejaculating, hurriedly wiped and tidied up, but unfortunately, it was too late. Ru had already pushed the door open and entered; Ya

hadn't locked it.

Ru was shocked.

"You...?"

I was overwhelmed with shame...

"Sister, don't blame your brother, it was my initiative." I got up and hugged Ru tightly, burying my head in her chest.

At this moment, we were both still naked.

Ru seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly shaking off Ya and turning to close the door tightly.

I quickly put on my shorts, and Ya also rushed to the bathroom.

...

"XX, what happened to you two?" Ru's painful tears instantly streamed down her face.

I was speechless, awaiting judgment.

"Ya, are you there? Ru, where are you?"—Mom came upstairs and called out. "Oh, I'm here with Ya."

"Is Xiao Z awake?"

The door opened.

It wouldn't open. "Why did you lock the door?"—Mom spoke.

"It's nothing, it was an accident, Mom, wait a minute."

"Oh, you guys go ahead, I'll go make some egg drop soup, it'll be good for little Z now that she's awake."

... I

felt so ashamed. My mother's love and care, and I had slept with her two daughters, one of whom was a virgin.

I was so ashamed, I had betrayed their pure hearts.

I awaited Ru's judgment, even just a slap, but nothing happened, only Ru's silent tears falling.

I didn't know how to end this.

...

Ya got dressed and walked out of the bathroom.

"Sis, don't blame brother, okay? I told you I wanted to share brother with you, didn't you promise?"

"Shut up, I thought you were just talking nonsense..."

"Sis, you like brother, and I like brother too. Without brother, even if we had a big house in

Shanghai, we wouldn't be able to stand on our own. I told you, sis."

"What will you do then? You idiot, my relationship with your brother is different from yours."

"How is it different?"

"I'm divorced, what will you do then?"

"I didn't want to marry brother, I know he has a family." " Then what?" 　　"Sis, what era are we living in? I just want to give my first time to brother. Rather than giving it to someone who doesn't understand love, I'd rather have brother love me. That's my way of repaying him. " "Sigh,

you 　　're all my enemies... 　　" 　　The storm subsided temporarily, and the three of them returned to the living room, each lost in their own thoughts. Mom had already prepared egg drop soup. 　　The rest is history. Anyway, I later returned to school. 　　For the next three days, Ru and Ya didn't contact me again. I felt unsure how to face or handle the situation, so I didn't contact them either. 　　Over the weekend, I drove to Jiangyin. When I got on the Yangtze River Expressway, I received a call from Ru: "XX, where are you?" "I'm on the expressway to Jiangyin." "Okay, drive slowly, don't get distracted. Call me when you have time, I have something to tell you." "Okay." 　　... 　　I thought to myself, what's coming will come, I have to accept whatever punishment I receive, even if Ru ignores me again. It wasn't 　　until I got back to my hotel in Jiangyin that evening that I called Ru back. 　　Ru told me that Ya had once told her that she would repay whoever helped her with her job problem with her body. After I helped her family with their household registration, and especially after solving Ya's job problem, Ya told her, "Brother is very handsome, I have to repay him, I want to share him with you." She never expected Ya to actually do that, nor did she expect me to do it. I could only apologize, saying "I'm sorry," explaining that I was drunk and confused, mistaking Ya for her. Ru didn't blame me too much, just asked me to go to their house again next week, saying she had something for me to do, which I agreed . 　　... 　　Since I was free the following Thursday afternoon, I texted Ru to tell her I would be visiting their house that afternoon, and also texted Ya. Ya didn't reply, but Ru said "okay." 　　On Thursday, I went to Ru's house as promised. 　　Both sisters were there, but their mother wasn't home. I didn't ask much; I guessed she was at the stock market, as she's always active in the stock market . 　　I haven't introduced Ru's mother yet. She's 53 years old. Because of her good education and the good things that have happened to her in recent years, she takes good care of herself and looks very elegant and classy. Her skin is fair and delicate, and there are almost . You could say that someone who doesn't know her would think she's only in her 40s. The hardships of her past have hardly left any marks on her. For her family and her two daughters, she has . Even though so many people in Shanghai have tried to match her with others, she has remained single until now because she hasn't met a man who moves her heart. 　　After being transferred back to Shanghai, Ru hadn't been able to find suitable work and hadn't been employed. Having also accumulated considerable wealth through business in previous years, she wasn't in a rush to find a job and still wanted to open her own teahouse (later, at my suggestion and planning, they opened a teahouse on the first and second floors of their villa, similar to those in Chengdu).

The teahouse, which still operates today (but that's another story).

Upon arriving at Ru's house, Ya was unusually quiet, preparing vegetables in the kitchen. Ru and I went to her room on the third floor, a

suite connected to a study. After

brewing tea, Ru began to speak: "XX, Ya is still young and playful. I won't

say much about her and you. We've been arguing these past few days and finally reached a consensus." "What consensus?" I

asked, somewhat confused. "Today, since Mom isn't home, Ya and I will have a go at it together. Afterwards, you shouldn't bother Ya anymore.

You and I are up to you. If you're willing, we can continue; if you're not, I hope you'll let Ya go. I also

ask Ya to stop bothering you. I didn't expect it to be like this, but since it's already happened, it's fate. I've been married

for several years and haven't gotten pregnant, and I guess I'll never have the chance. Today, let's satisfy Ya's curiosity, let her

experience some craziness, and also help her settle down. Are you willing?" I was shocked—such a good thing?

A marriage of convenience? A threesome?

What have I done to deserve this?

"I know you can't believe it. If you had a different expression, I would look down on you, and even more so on myself,

because I was blind. Your expression tells me you don't believe this, but it's true. Ya has watched

a lot of porn, and my marriage has caused her some confusion. She's never believed that sex could be as

passionate as in porn, including our first time. She didn't feel anything other than pain and excitement. I was afraid

she wouldn't be able to resist external temptations and would go astray, so I agreed to let the two of us demonstrate for her, and I also allowed her to join in.

It's better for you to give her real love and sex than to be seduced by outsiders, don't you think?"

What else could I say?

Besides being grateful for my fate, besides thanking and repaying Ru's kindness, I really had no reason to refuse.

...

I won't go into the intensity of the process, nor the multiple orgasms Ya experienced after her first experience with my lips, tongue, fingers, beard, and pubic hair.

I'll just say that because the three of us were so engrossed, we didn't even hear or notice our mother coming home

.

The passionate embrace of her two daughters and a man in bed awakened a mother's long-dormant desires. Beneath her

spring dress, her delicate, snow-white skin pulsed with the yearning of a middle-aged woman who had spent years alone in her empty room. From initial shock to

involuntary masturbation, and then accidentally bursting open the door (the first time with Ya, Ya forgot to close the door; this time, Ru also

forgot to close the door—was it truly fate?), all four were dumbfounded, unsure how to end the situation…

It was Ya again who said, "Mom, come up here too, let your brother love you once more."

Her face flushed, her mother didn't look like a woman in her fifties at all; her passion was as vibrant as a young woman's.

Ru heard this, looked at her sister, then at me, then at her disheveled mother, got out of bed, helped her mother

take off her clothes, and pulled her onto the 1.8-meter bed. At this moment, no matter how clever, decisive, or

erotic , I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My penis was no longer obedient, hanging limply at my waist, seemingly still dripping with

what I couldn't tell was Ru's or Ya's vaginal fluid.

Ru pulled her mother's hand onto my penis and lowered her head to lick her mother's nipple. Her

breasts, unused for nearly 20 years, didn't seem to sag much despite breastfeeding two children; the areolas were slightly darker than Ru's

. Ya joined her sister's group. At that moment, I couldn't help but lie down between my mother's legs and lick her

vulva…

A chaotic incestuous farce ended after I ejaculated four times, unable to maintain an erection.

Later, during my last intimate moment with Ru, I learned

how utterly surprised her mother had been when she returned. She hadn't considered the awkwardness of her eldest daughter inviting her "lover" to

dinner out of gratitude—such things weren't uncommon in Shanghai. Her

fantasy of me becoming her son-in-law shattered when she saw her two daughters passionately engaging in the same act with me. Especially seeing Ya's frenzy and

excitement, she couldn't control her lust, forgetting how unethical it was.

Afterwards, she felt deeply ashamed, but with her two daughters' persuasion, she stopped trying to force

herself.

After that first escapade, we had several more such foolish affairs until Ya took a fancy to a

young and handsome colleague of mine, which ended things there.

For many reasons, I later divorced, but I couldn't be with Ru. I suppose it had a lot to do with this

absurdity ; after all, it's hard to face marriage after such an incestuous relationship.

...

Thank you to all the women in my life. Thank you Ru for the unforgettable experiences she gave me. Thank you Ya

for letting me experience the ups and downs of life after the transition from virginity to womanhood. Thank you to her mother for her tolerance and

love.

Thank you life, thank you existence, thank you love, thank you love for the new understanding it brings, thank you to my lover, thank you for

everything beautiful and all the beautiful memories.

Whether you have been foolish or not, those who have experienced foolishness, when they look back

on hope to reflect on and awaken to their foolishness, providing warnings and correct guidance to those who come after. This

is the author's truest motivation for writing.

With heartfelt thanks, and a deep bow.

[The End]

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