【Tales of the Old City】(Chapter 31)

After Yanrong left, Binglan thought about many things. Later, she had a headache and lay in bed, still pondering

the Exhausted from thinking, she actually fell asleep. When she woke up again, it was already past seven o'clock.

She hurriedly got up, took chicken wings out of the freezer to thaw, then sat blankly on a stool, lost in thought for a while,

before feeling hungry again. She hastily heated up some food to fill her stomach. Then she went back to the kitchen to busy herself.

While preparing the food, she felt a pang of sadness, as if after this meal she and Haoxuan would

be separated for a long time, and she felt truly uncomfortable.

She muttered to herself, "What's this? I'm such a grown-up!" She said this, but she really

felt bad . She just hoped Haoxuan would come soon.

As she was thinking, there was a knock at the door. Opening it, of course, was Haoxuan's rosy, smiling face. She quickly let him in, noticing

the fine sweat on Haoxuan's forehead, and asked, "What's wrong?" "I ran back!" Haoxuan said sheepishly, "I

grabbed my bag and ran as soon as class was over."

Binglan put down his heavy schoolbag for him, saying with concern, "Don't tire yourself out. Take a rest, dinner will be ready soon."

Haoxuan chuckled, his eyes full of anticipation! He muttered, "I'm not hungry at all!"

"Nonsense, after an afternoon of classes and evening classes, how can you not be hungry!" Binglan knew this boy

was impatient , but she still wanted to appear composed.

The cultured Haoxuan blurted out a few words, "Hehe, a feast for the eyes!" Binglan was amused by the boy, "How can you be

so cheeky!" She turned and went into the kitchen. As

soon as the food was put into the pot, Haoxuan darted into the kitchen, and before Binglan could turn around, he had already wrapped his arms around her waist,

pressing his face against her shoulder.

With her chin resting on her shoulder, Binglan felt a tingling numbness. She turned around, feigning anger, "Stop fooling around. Go wash your hands first, we'll

eat in a bit. After you eat, take a shower quickly, you still have homework to do!" "I don't have any homework to do!" Haoxuan still leaned on

her shoulder, chuckling foolishly, "During extracurricular activities this afternoon, everyone else went out to play ball or something, and some

went out to eat , so I stayed in the classroom and finished all my homework." He sounded very proud.

"Then you should hurry up and go out too, what's the point of eating if the food is burnt!" Binglan's tone remained firm.

Haoxuan wasn't idle, his hand slid up her waist, grabbing Binglan's breasts in his palm and

caressing them .

Binglan's whole body went numb, and she turned around, glaring at him, "If you keep doing that, I'll get angry!" Haoxuan was so frightened that he

quickly let go, staggered to the side, and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go wash my hands and change my clothes first." He quickly slipped out of the kitchen.

He could be really annoying when he wanted to be, and really obedient when he wanted to be. Binglan smiled; this was probably true of all men. The words Yanrong had spoken that afternoon flashed through her

mind "I wonder if those two kids will still want to?" Now,

it seemed impossible for Haoxuan and Mingxu not to. It was like a dog that had eaten meat but was fed sweet potato puree every day—how could it not

crave the meat?

Judging from what she'd said that afternoon, Yanrong wouldn't allow Haoxuan to come see her again anytime soon. Even if tonight wasn't

the last night, who knew when they'd meet again? Binglan felt a pang of disappointment. She thought, "Fine,

I won't see him." She'd come all these years, never expecting a little drama, but

this boy had completely captivated her. Oh well! She'd find someone serious and get married later.

She couldn't rely on Haoxuan for the rest of her life.

However—Binglan was more decisive and capable than most women—but tonight, he was still hers.

This was a glimmer of hope in Binglan's somber mood.

Haoxuan was eating incredibly fast at the table. Binglan watched him wolf down his food and realized the child was truly hungry.

She said, "Slow down, no one's going to take it from you!" while adding more food to his bowl.

Haoxuan asked, "Aunt Binglan, why aren't you eating?" "Look at the time! I ate this afternoon.

I'd starve if I waited for you!" Binglan watched him eat with loving eyes—Mingxu had been like

this a couple of years ago, eating like it was a battle.

Haoxuan picked up a piece of eel and held it up, saying, "Open your mouth wide, I'll feed you a bite." Binglan glanced at him,

seeing his earnest expression, like he was trying to please his wife, and grinned, saying, "Oh, you're quite considerate

!" before swallowing the eel.

Haoxuan was still picking through the food on his plate when Binglan stopped him, saying, "Don't pick it all for me! You need to eat more; you

still have to study!" Haoxuan chuckled, "I wanted you to feed me!" Binglan laughed, "I thought you were a really

nice person! Why would you want me to feed you? Don't you have hands?" "The husband fed the wife earlier, now

the wife is feeding the husband," Haoxuan said confidently.

Binglan almost burst out laughing! She thought the boy was too cute. "You're really shameless! What husband and wife?

Who's your wife?"

"You are my wife."

Binglan looked at the boy's still-youthful, red face, his earnest and eager eyes, and her heart skipped a beat,

as if she had suddenly returned to her dating days twenty years ago. She really felt that sweet, intimate feeling now. Her

heart softened at those words. Still stubbornly insisting, "How am I your wife?" Haoxuan

pointed to the food on his plate, indicating he wanted to eat it, and said without looking up, "Of course you're my wife, you're

mine now, don't you think that counts?" Binglan chuckled, "I'm yours?" Thinking about it, it made sense.

"We've made love, in ancient times that meant you were mine." "Oh—" Binglan felt

a warmth in her heart, "You even know this new word, 'making love,' you never learn anything good!" "That's what they say in movies!"

"Okay, Haoxuan, tonight I'll be your wife for one night, open your mouth, I'll feed you." She

picked up some food.

Haoxuan opened his mouth and ate, muttering, "This doesn't count, you haven't called me 'husband' yet!" Binglan thought, "You're really twenty ...""I'm over 64, and I can't even play with an eighteen-year-old," she thought, "this woman in her forties is being completely charmed by this little boy, but it's quite amusing ." Smiling, she picked up another piece of food and said, "Husband..." Her voice was so sweet and melodious that even she felt a little nauseous listening to it! 　　Unexpectedly, Haoxuan responded even more sweetly and coquettishly, "Sigh...wife." He swallowed the food. 　　Binglan, furious, poked him with her chopsticks, "You're really shameless, you little brat!" Haoxuan dodged the chopsticks, "You were the one who started being so mushy, not me! Besides, we've already conceived, and you still won't admit it!" Binglan was afraid...

The boy would often blurt out nonsense when he was happy at school, so Binglan quickly said, "Stop it! Let me tell you! If you keep

spouting nonsense outside, I won't let you off the hook! Don't talk nonsense!" Haoxuan nodded seriously and

said, "I know, I'm not stupid!" Binglan said, "Stop calling me 'wife,' I'm already this old,

older than your mother, and you still call me 'wife,' I can't accept it." Haoxuan put down his chopsticks, snuggled closer, and said, "Okay, I'll

only call you that when it's just the two of us, how about that? If there are other people, I'll call you 'auntie,' okay?" Binglan looked at

this little boy who was probably experiencing the urge to call her "wife" for the first time in his life, and thinking that she was his first woman,

she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. "Whatever you want—but remember, don't give it away,

don't let it out in front of anyone!"

Haoxuan chuckled and said, "I know—wife."

Binglan was so angry that her nose almost twisted. "You're such a jerk!"

After a bit of arguing, they finally finished their meal. Binglan cleared the table and urged Haoxuan to take a shower.

Haoxuan leaned back in his chair, stretching, and said, "I want to shower with my wife." Binglan glanced at him, knowing

exactly what he wanted, and smiled, "No way. I know what you're thinking. Go

finish what you need to do first, all your work and papers, or your mother will blame me." "I won't! I want to

shower with you!" he pouted. "Don't be a jerk!" Binglan said, though she was actually a little tempted. She added, "If I

shower behind you, I'll have to mop the bathroom floor clean. Besides, who showers together?" "My

parents used to shower together." Binglan wiped the table, glancing at him curiously. "You

saw that?" "A long time ago. Auntie, you used to shower with your husband too, right?" Binglan's

youth was certainly not about such things; she and Jianbin had never taken a bath together. So she was curious about why Yanrong's parents would do

something so surprising. However, she did help Jianbin bathe when he was unwell later, but back then

Jianbin was weak and wouldn't have thought of such a thing! "No, that's so ugly!" "So what? They always

show couples bathing together on TV!" Haoxuan countered.

"You kids are all corrupted by TV and magazines, always thinking nonsense!" "Taking a bath doesn't mean

anything. It's just wiping your back and stuff. I can't reach it myself anyway, and besides, I can help you."

Even Haoxuan himself didn't believe such words.

Binglan couldn't see through his little scheme, but she was indeed a bit curious about what

it would be like to bathe with this little boy. They never showed anything like that on TV; the scene would always change. But she

could always fantasize about it for ages, making her heart itch with anticipation. Now, she could finally try it out, but she said, "Hmm—you're

right. It's been a long time since I've had a back scrub. But I can't get any funny ideas!" Haoxuan thought, what funny ideas

could he possibly have! Aunt Binglan's sense of elders was really strong. She said, "Okay, then I

'll wait for you."

Haoxuan absolutely refused to go bathe first, because he was afraid Binglan would go back on her word. Binglan went in first,

and solemnly closed the door, saying, "Wait a bit before you come in. I'm going to wash myself properly first; I'm sweaty! I'll call you

before you come in." Haoxuan blocked the doorway, his heart pounding with excitement. Saying "Hurry up!"

meant that the person she was about to meet was someone she had already met, but she was still a little excited or nervous, pacing back and forth at the door.

Binglan, who was taking a shower, also knew that Haoxuan had "ulterior motives." She was also a little excited, but after all

, she was an experienced woman. She just thought that since it was the last day, she might as well cherish it.

She had already showered once in the morning, but she still washed herself very carefully, especially her lower body,

holding the showerhead and rinsing her vulva. The impact of the water jets gave her a very relaxing feeling. She wanted to

wash herself clean, and she wanted to give Haoxuan, or rather, herself, a wonderful night.

Haoxuan was quite impatient, urging her softly at the door, "Are you done showering?" He didn't dare to call

his wife , afraid of making her angry and not opening the door for him.

Binglan had intended to say "Wait a bit" to whet his appetite, but what came out was "It'll be ready soon." Realizing she

couldn't control herself, she added, "You little nag!"

Haoxuan, gleaming, entered through the mist. Binglan maintained a somewhat reserved demeanor, her back to him, but the boy did

n't do anything; he simply reached out and touched her back. Binglan turned away angrily, saying, "Don't touch me! Your hands are so cold!

Wash them first!" Haoxuan, still grinning, obediently stood under the showerhead, his hair instantly soaked

. But it couldn't hide the gleam in his eyes!

Binglan had to admit that even in the dim bathroom light, what attracted her most was Haoxuan's little penis.

Although she had already had intimate contact with it, she hadn't really looked at it closely. It wasn't pubic hairy, which was

probably typical for kids his age, but the penis was quite delicate, though it was still quiet

, with the red glans peeking out. Binglan suddenly felt an urge to tease it.

She asked with a mischievous grin, "Haoxuan, do you want me to help you wash up?" Haoxuan readily agreed.

She approached him, took a towel, and prepared to wet it, but just then, Haoxuan's little devilish hand reached out,

trying to touch her breasts. Binglan laughed and pushed him away, saying, "Stop fooling around, take a proper bath!" She couldn't start by washing his

little penis. Binglan then earnestly helped him wash his upper body; Haoxuan wasn't fat, and his flesh was quite firm. This little brat

was always trying to take advantage of her. She had to be careful.

Looking down, Binglan was startled. His once soft little penis had somehow become

a real, large club, standing erect, the glans like a peeled hard-boiled egg, thick and

round . Binglan couldn't help but exclaim, "My goodness!" Her body had already involuntarily squatted down.Looking closer, the little penis was at least five inches long, its head facing her, slightly open and red. Binglan wanted to take it in her mouth, but was afraid Haoxuan would laugh, so she carefully raised her hand to grasp it. Haoxuan pulled back and said, "Wife, you were the one who started this!" Binglan was so angry her nose almost crooked; this brat seemed to be mocking her as a pervert. She suddenly stood up and said, "I don't care! I was just trying to help you wash, and you're getting all worked up!" She turned and went to the shower to wash herself. 　　Haoxuan was just teasing her; he wouldn't let her get really angry. He quickly leaned forward and said, "Hehe, just kidding!"

"Honey, let me help you wash, okay?" He reached around from behind and wrapped his arm around her waist.

His hand was still cool, and when it touched her, Binglan flinched. She felt a surge of pleasure, but her voice was still angry as she said, "

Go away , don't touch me! You promised you wouldn't do anything inappropriate!" She didn't turn her head.

Haoxuan, of course, understood this was revenge, and chuckled, "I love touching my wife,

bathing !" Hearing him call her "wife" repeatedly, Binglan found it both amusing and a little smug. She turned her head and said

, "Let me tell you, stop calling me 'wife,' I can't stand it! Call me 'old lady'!" "Then I'll call you 'first

wife '!" Haoxuan's hand had already subtly moved upwards, cupping Binglan's breasts.

The feeling of her breasts being lifted in the air by Haoxuan's hand made her body feel light and airy.

She didn't know what to say, and her voice went soft. "Call me 'first wife,' then you have a concubine too!" "It sounds

like being coquettish."

Hao Xuan held the heavy breasts, feeling a great sense of accomplishment, and then heard Bing Lan say such provocative words, "

No way , you're my only wife, my only wife for life, okay?" Bing Lan was amused,

knowing it was a lie, but she still felt quite pleased. "Pah, you little devil! I don't believe you. You

'll definitely find a beautiful wife in the future. Then you won't even recognize me!" Hao Xuan was still a child after all,

and hurriedly declared, "No, even if I find a wife in the future, I'll still treat you well!" Bing Lan turned her head and said, "

Listen to that, you can tell right away. Just now you said you only have me... only one wife, and now you're saying you're going to get married!

You little rascal!" Hao Xuan realized that the adult's mind was more cunning, and quickly pressed his head against Bing Lan's neck,

squeezing Bing Lan's breasts with both hands, and said with a blushing face, "Anyway, I'll treat you well." Binglan was silent for a moment, enjoying

the warmth of Haoxuan's breath on her ear and neck, and said softly, "Haoxuan, I'm not looking for anything in the future anymore

. It's enough that we're happy now." Haoxuan hummed in agreement, remaining silent and lying there.

After a while, Binglan said, "Weren't you going to give me a bath? Go ahead!" She chuckled.

Haoxuan, whose little brother had already cooled down from her words, finally realized what she meant. He quickly said, "Yes, your

clit is cold, let me help you wash it." Binglan giggled and said, "I'm already done washing. Waiting for you would drive me

crazy!" Haoxuan shamelessly said, "Your washing doesn't count, I'll wash you again!" Saying this, he scurried around to Binglan's side

, wet his hands under the showerhead, and earnestly began to rub her body. Binglan tried to push his hands away, saying, "

Stop it, it tickles!" "Helplessly, I can't match his strength," his aunt said. "If you really want to help me wash, then get the dust off my back.

" Hao Xuan's eyes were already glued to Bing Lan's breasts. He muttered, "Wash the front first." The breasts,

wet with water, felt completely different from what he had seen before. They were like pears sprayed with water at a fruit stand,

fresh and tender. The two purplish-red nipples were large and perky. Like all boys his age,

a mature woman's breasts were something that excited Hao Xuan. Hao Xuan couldn't help but lean closer and gently stroke them with his hands

.

Bing Lan watched his actions but didn't stop him, only saying, "Still touching them? How many times a day have you touched them?" Hao Xuan

squatted down, put one nipple in his mouth, and mumbled, "Then I'll kiss it." Like a

toy he could never tire of playing with, Haoxuan played with her nipple in his mouth while his other hand roamed

freely . The boy's hands were delicate, not rough, yet surprisingly strong. After just a few strokes,

Binglan felt a slight pain in her breast. More importantly, this sucking and touching felt like opening

a floodgate in her body; she felt her mind going blank. She wanted to close her eyes and savor

the pleasure.

Haoxuan, still full of energy, finished sucking on one and then took the other into his mouth. Binglan watched

the two naked bodies being drenched by the showerhead, water splashing from one body onto the other. Water slid down her body,

from her breasts, and into Haoxuan's mouth. How lewd!

Haoxuan felt a sensation he'd never experienced before; his body temperature rose, and he wanted to touch

his aunt's wet vulva. Just as breasts in water had a unique flavor, he wondered

what feel like. He straightened up and kissed Binglan's face.

Not wanting the boy to kiss her, Binglan turned her head to avoid him, but then felt Haoxuan's hand already between her

legs . Her movements froze instantly, her eyes widening as Haoxuan's lips pressed against hers. She couldn't

utter a word.

She felt Haoxuan's entire hand probing between her legs, but unable to penetrate. Haoxuan softly said, "Loosen up

a little. Okay?" As if bewitched, Binglan obediently opened her legs. She immediately felt Haoxuan's hand, without

hesitation cover her vulva. Her body went limp, but fortunately, Haoxuan's other hand supported her, preventing her from

losing her balance. However, Haoxuan's hand penetrated even deeper; she felt his fingers already reaching her vulva, trying

to part the labia. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Haoxuan wanted to insert his fingers into her opening, gently probing with his middle finger, as if searching for a hidden treasure cave in a jungle

. He parted the thick labia, not daring to use force, gently... He groped around, and suddenly, as if

drawn by some force, his finger sank into a hole. He knew that was it. He saw Binglan

with her eyes closed , but her brows furrowed slightly. But her hand didn't stop; it just kept probing inside.

Binglan, of course, felt the finger enter. In that instant, a cool sensation rushed into her

body from her opening, and she shuddered, her heart melting. But this boy's fingers seemed to only know how to go straight, as if

they didn't understand that a woman's opening faces upwards. His rough handling hurt her flesh, and she murmured

, "Gently, it hurts..." Haoxuan paused, thinking he hadn't used much force, but still withdrew his finger and began to

caress Binglan's opening. This touch landed on Binglan's protruding clitoris. Binglan let out

a soft "Ouch!" and closed her eyes even tighter. Haoxuan just found it amusing and gently rubbed it with his fingertip. Binglan opened her eyes ...Binglan looked at Haoxuan with a strange expression. Seeing that she didn't refuse, Haoxuan quickened the pace of his fingers , and heard Binglan murmur, "Haoxuan, it's there." Haoxuan knew Binglan was excited, so he pinched the small bud with two fingers. Binglan's legs could barely support her weight; she bit her lip, took deep breaths, and moaned, "Oh...oh..." Haoxuan noticed that the fluid at the entrance of her vagina was increasing.

It felt smoother this way, and he tried to insert his finger into the opening again, this time it went in easily.

The secret world his finger entered excited Haoxuan. He gently touched the fleshy walls with his fingertip,

each touch eliciting soft moans from Binglan. Binglan seemed to be floating between heaven and earth,

feeling weak all over, only her vagina felt real. Subconsciously, she craved stronger stimulation,

whispering, "Kiss it." Haoxuan didn't hear her clearly at first, but

reacted when she said "Kiss it" again. He quickly withdrew his finger and squatted down. Binglan's wet pubic hair clung messily to her lower abdomen, and

Haoxuan could see a small slit hidden among the tufts. Without hesitation, he pressed his finger against it. But it seemed he could only reach

the tip of the slit. He tried several times, but couldn't penetrate deep enough. He regretted that his tongue was too

short. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He parted her legs, buried his head between them, and tilted his head back. Although the

position was a bit awkward, at least he could kiss her vulva.

Binglan was deeply stimulated by the feeling of the warm tongue probing her entrance. She unconsciously pushed her hips forward

, seemingly to accommodate Haoxuan's efforts. But when the protrusion on Haoxuan's tongue stimulated

the tender flesh , she could no longer hold back and cried out, leaning against the cool tile wall. Ignoring the cold

, Haoxuan's nose was pressed against her clitoris, his tongue like a little ghost probing inside. She could clearly feel her

vulva wide open, with lustful fluid flowing freely.

Haoxuan also felt it; streams of lustful fluid flowed from her vulva onto his tongue, mouth, and nose, almost choking

him. Most importantly, tilting his head back like that was exhausting. He stopped, sat on the ground,

wiped his damp face, and looked up to see Binglan leaning against the wall, eyes closed, panting heavily.

Hao Xuan glanced around. He hoped to change positions. The bathroom was too small, with only a shower

and a toilet. The toilet! Hao Xuan's eyes lit up. The toilet seat was closed, like a

small stool. He remembered a scene in Aunt Ji Qin's kitchen, where Aunt Ji Qin was lying on the stove with her buttocks sticking up

high, and that's how he penetrated her. He stood up abruptly and pulled the still dazed Bing Lan over. Bing

Lan asked in surprise, "What are you doing?" Hao Xuan said, "Lie down here!" Bing Lan was experienced and immediately understood what Hao

Xuan wanted to do. Without saying anything, she leaned over the toilet seat.

Hao Xuan was behind her, clearly seeing Bing Lan's anus and large vulva. At this moment, he felt

his whole body filled with desire; nothing could be more stimulating! Bing Lan's legs were spread apart, her purplish-red vulva open

, and droplets of water from her body dripped down her pubic hair, like moss after rain in a primeval forest. He knelt

behind her, his tongue immediately licking the entrance of her vagina.

Binglan had never been kissed like this before. She had thought Haoxuan would insert his penis, but unexpectedly… it was too

unexpected . She let out a long, drawn-out "Ah," "My heart!" Haoxuan still felt that his tongue wasn't

quite right. He didn't hear Binglan's cry at all. Looking up, he saw that Haoxuan's body was too high. He patted her back, "

Lower , lower."Binglan obediently pressed her entire body down, raising her buttocks even higher. Haoxuan

returned to his "job" with satisfaction.

This was much better than the previous strange position; not only was it less awkward, but each kiss was truly on

the entrance , and his tongue could probe straight in. Haoxuan spread her buttocks apart, exposing more of her opening,

his tongue like a bee gathering nectar, diligently sucking.

But this position was too stimulating for Binglan. Haoxuan's tongue swept back and forth across her

entrance , teasing her labia, even extending into the opening. Several times, she was so

aroused that she felt a jolt, almost rising to a climax, groaning incoherently.

Haoxuan continued licking tirelessly, making Binglan's entrance wider and wider, and her juices flowed

more and more freely. Her emptiness grew stronger; she had never longed for a penis to penetrate

her, to thrust into her a thousand times. She struggled, pleading, "Haoxuan, put it in… put it in." Haoxuan heard her voice

trembling with tears .

He, too, had been holding back for a while; his penis, fluctuating between soft and hard with the stimulation,

was uncomfortable. Now, as if on command, it sprang to life.

He looked down, his penis ready, but then glanced at his

destination. Binglan's open vagina was clearly visible, her large, drooping labia red and glistening,

clearly engorged with blood. Haoxuan playfully teased her with his penis, refusing to penetrate. Binglan was already impatient

. She pleaded, "My ancestor, please stop, just put it in!" Haoxuan didn't need to aim;

the opening was wide open, and his penis slid in as if returning home. Binglan's body

trembled .

Then, she was propelled forward by the immense impact.

Haoxuan's hands supported her waist, preventing her from hitting the water tank behind her. This also made his thrusts

more powerful. The entry and withdrawal were so convenient.

He didn't know if it was the bathwater or the secretions from Aunt Binglan's vagina, but Haoxuan felt her vaginal cavity

was incredibly slippery. Each of his thrusts was accompanied by a splashing sound.

How lewd! In this steamy bathroom, a seventeen-year-old boy and a

mature woman in her forties, the woman arching her back to receive the young man's penis, emitting soft

moans. Haoxuan looked up; he felt it was all a dream. It was unimaginable, something he

wouldn't have even dreamed of two days ago. But he knew it was real.

He didn't stop his pounding; each pounding echoed with Binglan's low,

guttural . He could tell that Aunt Binglan was desperately suppressing her passion, but it was precisely this suppressed

sound and suppressed desire that excited Haoxuan the most. Haoxuan felt that while he was enjoying himself

with Aunt Binglan, wasn't her ecstatic performance also a form of

pleasure ? Or rather, he felt he wasn't just a recipient; to a large extent, he also felt like a

giver.

This thought gave him a sense of responsibility!

He felt obligated to give Aunt Binglan pleasure!

He increased the intensity and frequency of his thrusts.

Under his rapid, rhythmic thrusts, Binglan gradually lost control, her cries growing louder, "Haoxuan,

slow down! You're killing me!" "Haoxuan, slow down! Slow down. Ah..." Haoxuan childishly

ignored her pleas. He continued his relentless thrusting.

Binglan felt her legs couldn't even stand straight anymore. Several times she felt her knees buckle, about to collapse to

the ground . She struggled to turn her head, saying, "Haoxuan, I can't take it anymore, let's rest." Seeing her flushed face and

pleading expression, Haoxuan had no choice but to pull out his penis. Like a machine with its plug removed, Binglan went

limp , slumped against the toilet seat, panting heavily, speechless for a long time.

Haoxuan leaned against the wall, looking at the woman before him.

He didn't know if he truly liked her, or if it was just for the sake of having sex with her. He felt

he liked Ji Qin more, but he did indeed like Aunt Binglan very much. He wondered why he liked these

two women, both around the age of aunties, and how different they were—from their looks and demeanor to their figures and even

their way of speaking. But Haoxuan felt they shared two striking similarities: both were incredibly mature, like ripe

grapes hanging on a vine—a maturity far beyond anything immature could possess. And both were

kind to him, treating him like an auntie or a mother.

Mother!

The moment that word flashed through his mind, his penis jerked upwards. He immediately

pictured his mother's face, his heart skipping a beat. His mother was beautiful and alluring; would she

ever appear naked? What would she look like naked?

Although he had vaguely considered his mother's body before, he had never imagined

it so raw, so sensual!

It was just too...you know! ...

Haoxuan felt he shouldn't be thinking like this. He tried to pull his thoughts back to the present.

Binglan was still lying there, silent.

Haoxuan knelt down affectionately, gently stroking her back. Although it wasn't perfectly smooth, it was still

thick and firm. Moistened by the mist, it felt very comfortable.

Binglan didn't move. His hand playfully slipped from under her armpits to the front, gently grasping her

breasts. Both nipples were incredibly hard, like two large grapes. He kneaded them.

Binglan said softly, "Stop it, let me rest!" Haoxuan chuckled, "Are you comfortable or

uncomfortable " Binglan's legs and back ached; she felt she couldn't stand up. Uncomfortable? Of course

not. A young man's energy was always so abundant. Under his thrusts, she seemed to have returned to her

youth . Those were such joyful, so passionate times. But those times had passed too quickly; she

had lived in memories and imaginations for so long. Now, it felt as if those years had returned. She noticed the smile on her lips

.

She found it strange; men were truly interesting. He always likes to ask all sorts of questions during sex, insisting on whether

the woman is comfortable. He even needs the woman to say it herself, as if only then can he feel a

sense . This young Haoxuan is like that too, it's really funny. He's clearly enjoying it, but he still says, "

It hurts!" Haoxuan urgently asks, "How does it hurt?" This answer is indeed unexpected; he's now

a little worried that he might have been too rough. He quickly snuggles against her neck and asks.

Binglan can feel his rapid breathing and can't help but feel both amused and annoyed, saying, "Are you really stupid or just pretending?

" Haoxuan then recognizes Binglan's tone and chuckles, saying, "You're lying to me!" Binglan also laughs and says, "Who told

you to ask such a silly question?" "Then tell me, do you like it like this?" Haoxuan persists.

Binglan got up from the floor, turned around and sat on the toilet seat. Looking at the seemingly well-mannered little

boy in front of her, she nodded earnestly and said, "I like it." Haoxuan still grinned foolishly and said, "I like it too."Binglan

blurted out, "Do you like doing this with me?" This was indeed the question on her mind.

"Yes, I do!" Haoxuan was impatient, feeling his energy returning.

Binglan noticed his eagerness and said, "Do you like me or do this with me?" "Can I

answer ?" "No, answer this question first." Haoxuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I...I don't know.

I don't have any female classmates I like, and I've never done this with any of them, so I don't know. But I like

being with you. I feel especially safe, especially...exciting." Binglan knew that a boy this age

was just looking for novelty; love—maybe it didn't even exist. Are women just as foolish as men?

Knowing full they won't get an answer, they still want to know if a man likes them. If he says yes,

even if the woman senses the perfunctory tone, she's still happy.

Who cares? His happiness, my comfort, that's enough. Binglan had experienced a lot in her first forty years, and

now she had long since come to terms with it. Whether you live a miserable life or a carefree one, it's still a life. Some things

just can't be controlled anymore! She grabbed Haoxuan and asked, "What do we do now?"

Haoxuan said, "I want you to sit on me!" He pulled Binglan up and sat on the toilet,

his little brother sticking up in the air. He looked at Binglan excitedly and said, "Sit on me." Binglan felt the position was really

strange, especially on the toilet. She laughed and said, "You really came up with something! If I sit on you, I'll crush you!"

"It's okay, sit down!" Binglan carefully sat down.

It was a crazy night. Binglan knew this was the last night she would spend with Haoxuan, so despite

being exhausted, she tried her best to cooperate with Haoxuan's innocence and mischief, as well as his seemingly inexhaustible energy.

During this time, she really felt like her back was about to give way, and her legs were aching from being rubbed, but she still enjoyed

every minute.

Finally, Haoxuan pressed her down on the warm bathroom floor and ejaculated. The two of them

lay there naked, entwined on the bathroom floor, their heads and bodies drenched by the showerhead.

Haoxuan's final thrust felt like he was crushing her; with a Christ-like expression of ecstasy, he ejaculated again

into Binglan's vagina.

For a long time, Binglan didn't move, letting the water soak her body and flow over the floor beneath her. She...

She savored the experience, reflecting on everything that had happened over the past few days.

Words like "exciting," "exhilarating," "crazy," and "absurd" flashed through her mind. She even began to imagine when the next such occasion would come.

When she saw Haoxuan leaning against the wall, staring blankly at her, she knew that the night was

over .

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