[A Strange Encounter with a Prostitute] Author: Unknown

A Strange Encounter with a Prostitute
Author: Unknown
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My surname is Du, my given name is Risheng, and my nickname
is "The Lone Wolf." I'm over forty this year, not quite fifty yet, but I'm definitely a seasoned veteran.
My grandfather was from Shanghai, but my father isn't sure if he is; because my grandmother wasn't
sure either. However, my father said that a Mr. Du from Shanghai was quite successful, but unfortunately, his name was unlucky—"Yuesheng,"
meaning "sheng" in the sense of nighttime, which explains why he couldn't be in the light of day and had to go into the underworld. He hoped I would be like that Mr. Du, wealthy and powerful,
but he didn't want me to be involved in the underworld like him. So he changed my name to Risheng, hoping I could become an official.
Unfortunately, my father married too late; I wasn't born in the Qing Dynasty era. Despite my hard work and
diligence, I still couldn't find an official position. Now, thinking about it, I feel useless and truly ashamed of him
. The only consolation I could offer was that while I might not become an official, I at least had a
managerial position; I was currently the purchasing manager for an international trading group.
As the purchasing manager of a trading company, social engagements were unavoidable. Besides, I don't consider myself a
gentleman; on the contrary, my biggest flaw is my lust. Logically, I should be very interested in prostitutes.
But quite the opposite, I've never felt any interest in them. Whenever I went to nightclubs or similar establishments, I always
went alone, never bringing any girls, hence my nickname "the loner."
Until about six months ago, one day I was entertaining some clients from South America. During the day, I took them to visit several
factories, and after dinner, as usual, I invited them to a nightclub. I don't know if it was because I drank too much, or if the weather was just too hot that day , but after dropping them off at their hotel, I didn't want to go home immediately, so 　　I wandered aimlessly
around the hotel area . 　　It was nearly one o'clock, and the number of pedestrians on the street was about the same as during the day. The only difference was that 　　the white-collar ladies of the daytime had all transformed into sexy prostitutes. As I walked, several women approached me and 　　chatted with me. I was getting quite annoyed, so I turned into a small alley to avoid their chatter. 　　But as soon as I entered the alley, a figure darted out of the darkness. I initially thought I was being 　　robbed, and my drunkenness vanished instantly. I instinctively took two steps back. However, I quickly realized that 　　the person wasn't a robber at all, just another prostitute looking for a client. 　　After my initial shock subsided, I was about to unleash a torrent of abuse when I heard her speak first: "Boss, do 　　you... do you want a companion? Price is up to you, overnight stays are also possible." 　　Judging from her voice, she seemed quite old, and I couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, another prostitute, 　　and an old one at that." But out of curiosity, wanting to see just how old she was, I took a step back and, in 　　the dim light of the streetlamp, carefully examined her. 　　In the dim light, I saw a slender middle-aged woman, around thirty or forty years old, her long hair 　　casually clipped back with a hairpin. She was looking down at the ribbon of her outdated floral dress 　　, and I could vaguely see her body trembling slightly. 　　I focused my attention on her chest and noticed that her breasts were quite large, 　　completely disproportionate to her petite frame. On a whim, I reached out and pressed my hand against her chest. To my surprise, she responded quite 　　strongly. I saw her quickly take a step back, letting out an "Ah!" and 　　saying to me in an almost scolding tone , "What do you want?" 　　I was both annoyed and amused, thinking, "So she's a newbie." Pretending to be angry, I 　　said to her, "Miss, when you're out selling yourself, customers naturally have the right to look at the merchandise first. If you don't let me touch it, how am I supposed to know if your 　　breasts are real or fake? It seems you don't want to do business." 　　Sure enough, upon hearing this, she immediately took two steps forward and 　　said to me in a tense and helpless tone, "Boss, feel it, mine... mine are definitely the real deal." This further proved that she had little 　　experience dealing with customers. 　　At this point, the distance between us had decreased considerably, and I could finally see her face clearly. She had an oval face, crescent- 　　shaped eyebrows, a pointed nose, and thin lips; she looked to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. Although not 　　a stunning beauty, she had a refined appearance and a melancholic gaze, giving her a unique, pitiful beauty. 　　I looked her over carefully again, and a sudden thought struck me: "This woman seems quite refined and pretty 　　. Why not patronize her and see how she is in bed? If she's good, I can just book her 　　. Anyway, almost all the girls in nightclubs are pretty but not very attractive, and I can't always end 　　up with a 'chanting and eating vegetarian' situation every time I go out with clients." 　　So, I took out a stack of about ten hundred-dollar bills from my pocket and handed them to her, saying, "You look like you're new 　　here, so I won't take advantage of you. It's a thousand for the night, but let's be clear beforehand. I have quite a few requirements 　　, so don't come back later saying this won't work or that won't do. If there are no problems, I can pay first, and if I 　　do a good job, I'll give you an extra tip." 　　She stared at the stack of bills in my hand, but didn't reach out to take them for a long time. I assumed she thought the price was 　　too low, and I was a little annoyed, so I coldly said to her, "Sister, many of the girls upstairs 　　don't even cost 800 for an overnight stay. Name your price." 　　She immediately replied, "No, don't misunderstand. I just wanted to make a deal with you, boss. If 　　you want to stay overnight, could you come to my place? I... I really can't stay out all night." 　　I felt strange, suspecting she had ulterior motives, and was about to say, "How could that be?" 　　She probably noticed my suspicion and continued, "Boss, to be honest, I have a 　　sixteen-year-old son with intellectual disabilities. I don't dare leave him alone in the hotel for too long. If it's convenient, could 　　you come to my place? I promise you, I... I will serve you with all my heart." 　　Seeing her pitiful appearance, she didn't seem like someone with ulterior motives, and besides, I'm always a womanizer...

I immediately agreed to go with her. But just in case, I called my friend at the police station to
let them know I was safe.
She waited until I finished my call before leading me through an alley and walking for about ten minutes to a rather
dilapidated, run-down hotel. As soon as I entered, a guy—I couldn't tell if he was the owner or a waiter
—greeted me rudely and loudly said, "You're back just in time! Next time you go out,
please keep an eye on your precious son. He just ran off and stole our snacks. How do you want to settle this score?"
She apologized a dozen times, saying it wouldn't happen again. But the guy wouldn't let
it go; his foul mouth kept hurling insults, getting increasingly harsh. I saw her eyes redden from his tirade
, almost to the point of tears.
Seeing all this, I suddenly felt there was something indescribable about this middle-aged woman. Deep down, I
felt a strong urge to protect her, but on the other hand, I also felt a desire to toy with and abuse her. My feelings were
conflicted, beyond words.
Looking at that guy's dog-like face, his mouthful of yellowed, blackened teeth, and his menacing, snarling manner, I could
n't hold back my anger any longer. I decided to stand up for her, so I deliberately pulled out a wad of cash worth about twenty or thirty thousand yuan,
took two hundred-yuan bills in front of him, and threw the money in his face, saying, "It's just a little snack, take this and
buy some more. Is that enough?"
I'd seen plenty of guys like this; they were utterly condescending. Seeing how generous I was, he immediately changed his
attitude, becoming all smiles and thanking me several times. I was too lazy to argue with this kind of person; all I wanted
was to get back to her room as quickly as possible to see how well-endowed she really was. So, without looking back, I put my arm around
her and made her lead me to her room.
She seemed very grateful that I had helped her out of that predicament, and led me up to her room on the second floor, asking me my surname along the way
and saying I was a very good person. I told her my surname was Du, but I wasn't a good person; she seemed not to believe me.
She had always called me "boss," but after learning my surname was Du, she changed to calling me "Master Du." I laughed and said, "I'm not
that old, am I?"
So she immediately changed her address again, calling me "Young Master Du." I had initially wanted to ask her not to call me "Young Master," but in the end,
I decided against it. I also asked her name, and she said it was Feng Yulan. We chatted and walked until we reached
the door. She took out a key, bent down slightly, and prepared to open it. I stood behind her and saw her slightly
raised buttocks. I couldn't help but reach out and touch her, letting out a soft gasp. But I quickly regained my composure, continued
unlocking the door, and turned back to me with a smile, saying, "Please come in. It's a simple place, please don't mind."
The room was indeed quite sparse. Besides a very old double bed, there were only two
dilapidated sofas that were barely usable. There wasn't even a television, let alone a dressing table. However, at least there was a bathroom in the room
, so I didn't have to go outside to use a public one.
I went into the bathroom and saw that there was a flush toilet and a white bathtub. But they
were completely Dadaist art; I guessed few people in the world would enjoy them. But nothing is absolute, and then,
someone like that appeared before me.
I saw a tall, muscular young man wearing a faded tracksuit,
lying comfortably in the bathtub, completely unaffected by the years of residue on it, simply
sleeping with his mouth wide open.
I turned to look at Feng Yulan, pointed to the man in the bathtub, and asked, "Is this your son? He's quite tall
."
She nodded and replied, "He had a fever when he was little, which damaged his brain; now he
looks like a seven or eight-year-old." Then, in an almost pleading tone, she said, "He usually sleeps very soundly and won't
wake up so quickly. It's too late, so how about letting him sleep in the bathroom? I promise he won't disturb us."
At first, I wasn't really willing to let him stay in the room, but seeing her pleading expression, I couldn't bear
to refuse her. I simply made a "it's okay" gesture, indicating that I would do as she said.
She seemed relieved, forgetting to ask me whether she would take a bath or not, and just closed the bathroom door. Then
, as if afraid I would change my mind, she hurriedly started taking off her clothes.
Seeing her flustered and confused, I found it quite amusing and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "I'm not in a hurry, so
why are you? Are you afraid I'll kick your son out, so you want to get rid of me as soon as possible? Ha, ha. Besides, I'm covered in
sweat. Even if you don't mind my masculine smell, I can't stand it myself."
She then realized that neither of us had showered yet, but her son was sleeping in the bathroom, and for a moment she
looked completely at a loss. I thought to myself, "If I'm going to play the good guy, I might as well go all the way. I've already paid for the sex, so there's no
need to worry about spending another thousand or so." So I went up and gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, "It's alright
, let him continue sleeping. Wait for me a moment, I'll go and ask someone to book another room next door, we can go there to take a shower
."
After I finished speaking, she suddenly leaned into my arms and said to me in a very moved tone, "Young Master Du, you're so
kind. I brought Erniu from the countryside to see a doctor, but the illness wasn't cured, and we ran out of money. We even owe the villagers a lot of money. Now,
going back is not an option, and not going back is not an option either. I was really desperate, so I swallowed my pride and started selling myself. Don't
laugh at me." "I've been standing on the road for almost twenty days now, and you're my seventh customer. None of the previous people
treated me like a human being, only you..."
Seeing her growing increasingly distressed, I hugged her tightly and comforted her, saying, "We're destined to meet today. As long as you
serve me well, I promise I won't mistreat you. I'm also someone who left my hometown, crossing oceans to earn money. My wife isn't
around, and I've long wanted someone to keep me company. Now it's just a matter of whether you and I get along." I
couldn't have been clearer, but after hearing this, she seemed somewhat incredulous, muttering to herself,
"I'm almost forty, not some virgin anymore. I have a mentally challenged son, and my
mother and youngest daughter back in the countryside. Four people in my family, how can I dare hope someone will take me in? I'd be content just to avoid starvation."
I knew she was just venting her frustration, so I spoke even more bluntly to her, "Don't think I'm just bragging ."
"That's right. In terms of age, you're not much different from me. But when looking for a partner, of course, you need someone understanding and to
your liking. To be honest, I did too much when I was younger, and now simple missionary isn't enough for
me. But with so many different things, even the younger girls can't handle it, so I really want to find
someone more experienced, but unfortunately, I haven't met anyone yet."
Hearing this, she seemed filled with anticipation, and eagerly urged me to find someone to book another room.
Of course, I was also very eager to experience her skills in bed, so I rushed downstairs, found that
repulsive guy from before, and asked him to book another room.
Money makes things easier, and in just a few minutes, I had her in my arms in the next room.
I closed the door, and when I turned around, I saw her standing confidently by the bed, starting to unbutton the back of her dress . She unbuttoned it slowly, and occasionally glanced at me. It seemed she was observing 　　my response
while undressing .
I gave her a thumbs up, indicating my appreciation for her movements as she undressed.
Encouraged by me, she undressed even more vigorously. She quickly removed her dress, then her
bra and panties, finally standing before me completely naked.
I stepped forward, intently admiring her naked body. I noticed that although she hadn't been in the countryside long, her skin was still
quite fair. Looking at her breasts, they were indeed well-endowed, each the size of a papaya, and her nipples were particularly
large, like two dried red dates, making one want to pinch them hard. Her pubic hair
was very sparse, making her already slightly protruding mons pubis appear even fuller. The only pity was that she was, after all, middle-
aged; her lower abdomen was inevitably plump, and her muscles were somewhat loose. Also, perhaps due to having given birth to two children, her labia were rather
dark; but for me, I was already very satisfied with her figure.
Like a connoisseur, I leered at her naked body, occasionally touching and
caressing it. She cooperated fully, letting me touch her until I was
satisfied, at which point she began to undress me.
She folded my clothes neatly and then softly asked, "Would you like to shower first? Or... or shall
we shower together?"
I smiled and pulled her into the bathroom, answering her with my actions.
The bathroom facilities in this room were much better than her previous one. However, I
was still quite reluctant to shower standing in the bathtub. So, we stood on the edge of the tub, hastily washing each other's private parts,
thus completing our pre-shower ritual.
After leaving the bathroom, I lay down on the bed first and saw her gesture for me to turn off the light
. I shook my head to indicate that I didn't need to. Then, she took a pack of condoms from her pocket and held it to me,
asking, "Shall I help you put it on?"
I snatched the condom away and threw it forcefully onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Then, looking at her, I smiled and said, "I want to
do it for real."
She seemed a little surprised, and blushed slightly, saying, "Aren't you...aren't you afraid I'll get dirty?"
I hugged her and gently kissed her cheek, saying, "Aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid I won't be clean?"
She didn't answer, but showed it through her actions. I saw her slowly bend down, open her mouth, and
take my penis into her mouth.
I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and enjoyed her oral service. Unfortunately, her oral sex skills weren't very
good. She seemed to sense that I didn't appreciate her skills, so she kept glancing at my
response as she performed the service.
I knew she was trying very hard and putting her heart into it. To avoid hurting her enthusiasm, I let her
perform the service for more than ten minutes. Finally, feeling I couldn't take it anymore, I told her to stop.
I turned and lay face down on the bed, raising my buttocks slightly, and said, "Come on, lick my anus."
She seemed hesitant at first, but soon she
pressed her face against my buttocks, and I felt her tongue, massaging my anus with its tip .
The sensation was far more pleasurable than before. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mmm...mmm, so good! Put your tongue in
a little further!"
I knew that not every woman could accept anal licking, but she was so obedient
, licking as I asked. Just that alone made the thousand yuan worthwhile. I felt her warm tongue
moving in and out of my anus, an indescribable pleasure, an indescribable stimulation. Before long, my penis naturally became engorged
and swollen. She licked me for about four or five minutes until I was satisfied and told her to stop.
I turned back to lie flat on the bed and gestured for her to sit. She quite tactfully straddled
my legs, guiding my penis with one hand to her vulva, then forcefully
sat down, instantly plunging my entire penis deep inside her, the glans and shaft completely enveloped by her vaginal
walls.
Seeing her legs spread wide, her buttocks pressed against my thighs, her clitoris and pubic hair seemingly kissing
each other, I couldn't help but thrust my hips upwards with all my might, wishing I could shove my scrotum into her vagina as well
. She seemed to be in a little pain from my thrusts; she frowned, took a deep breath, and then began
to exert force with her thighs, her buttocks rising and falling dramatically, performing a "lotus position" thrusting motion for me .
Using this position with her, I needed almost no effort, and the penetration was exceptionally deep, each thrust
reaching the very end before fully penetrating—the feeling was indescribably wonderful. But for Feng Yulan, who was sitting above me, it wasn't so
easy; she could only use her legs and vagina to bear her own weight and the force of each thrust.
Therefore, she quickly became exhausted and had to bend over, supporting herself on the headboard to relieve the pressure.
I watched her large breasts, like two papayas, getting closer and closer to my face, especially
her two long, thick, dark nipples, which swayed back and forth in front of me; occasionally brushing against the tip of my nose
, a slightly itchy sensation. So I moved my head up slightly and then took one of them into my mouth
.
At that moment, it felt like I was holding a grape. Perhaps because it was so unusually large, no matter how much I licked it…
I sucked on it, but it remained soft, showing no signs of hardening from the stimulation. The more I sucked, the more amused I became, even starting to
gently bite it with my teeth. Perhaps without realizing it, I bit her nipple harder and harder, and I heard her soft
moan of pain.
I felt increasingly excited; her piston-like movements on my penis felt good, but the rhythm
and speed were not entirely within my control, no longer satisfying me. So, I released her
nipple and said, "Come on, let's change positions."
Then, as I instructed, she slowly stood up and lay face down on the bed with her buttocks in the air. Originally, I
intended to give her a "wheelbarrow" position, but as I squatted behind her, preparing to insert my penis into her vagina
, I suddenly changed my mind.
Because her buttocks were raised, her two buttocks naturally parted, fully exposing her dark brown anus
to me. I cursed myself inwardly: "How stupid of me to not think of going through her back door. Leaving such a good asshole untouched,
where's the justice?"
I spat on my penis and then pressed the head of my penis against her anus. She must have realized
what I was about to do; she turned her head to look at me and whispered, "Young Master Du, you...you should be gentle
." Then she immediately turned her head back, pressing her face against the pillow, completely resigned to her fate.
Seeing her so compliant, I was overjoyed. I quickly gripped my hard penis with one hand, placed the other on her
buttocks, and pushed forward with all my might. With a scream from her, my entire penis was fully inserted
into her anus.
At first, I was somewhat gentle, slowly thrusting my penis in and out. I continued fucking her anus,
listening to her breathing become increasingly rapid, feeling her anus gradually tighten; watching her
body tremble with goosebumps all over from my fucking, I felt incredibly aroused
. Eventually, the beastly nature buried deep within me was completely awakened. I only wanted to ravage her, to abuse
her; there was no room for tenderness or mercy. My thrusts into her anus grew increasingly rough and forceful, like
a pile driver, each stroke a full-force effort.
I don't know how long I fucked her, but I could hear her panting and pleading, "Ah...ah...
please be gentle...it's so tight...oh...please have mercy on me, have mercy...oh
...Young Master Du, I really can't take it anymore."
As her pleas grew more desperate, I was nearing my climax. I was afraid she really couldn't take it anymore, and if she
started to move or struggle at my most crucial moment, disrupting my rhythm, wouldn't all my efforts be wasted? So, in a posture
resembling a horse riding a horse, I grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her buttocks hard with the other, saying,
"Ugh...ugh...be good, don't move, it'll be over soon."
As soon as I finished speaking, my whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, and I involuntarily trembled a few times. Then
, hot semen gushed from the tip of my penis, like a volcanic eruption, injecting deep into her anus.
After ejaculating, I gestured for her to get me a cigarette from my clothes. Seeing her limping as she walked,
her buttocks clenched tightly, I felt a little guilty and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
She handed me the cigarette and gently shook her head.
I lit the cigarette, took two deep drags, and gently patted the bed, gesturing for her to lie down. Then, I put my
arm around her, smoking as I said, "Believe it or not, I haven't felt this satisfied in a long time. But if I
hurt you, I..."
She pressed her hand to my mouth, stopping me from continuing, then buried her face in my chest and said, "I'm
fine. Seeing you happy makes me happy too."
I stroked her hair and said, "I think you shouldn't stand on the street anymore. Tomorrow I'll
find you and your son a better place to live. You can move there, and I'll come see you whenever I have time, okay?"
Hearing her softly say, "Whatever you say," I felt very satisfied. So, I
put out my cigarette and held her as we fell asleep.
When I woke up, I looked at my watch; it was almost seven o'clock. Before leaving, we made love again standing up in the bathroom
. After returning to the company, I was busy with two meetings until after three in the afternoon when I finally had some free time.
During my break, I asked my secretary to bring me the key to the dormitory room the company had assigned to me. I then instructed her
to arrange a car for me to pick up Feng Yulan and her son as soon as I got off work. Originally, I wanted to call
her first, but unfortunately, I didn't have the hotel's number and had forgotten its name, so I had to give up.
By the time everything was arranged, it was past six o'clock, and I immediately drove to the hotel where Feng Yulan was staying.
When she opened the door, I saw her holding a lunchbox, chasing her son around the room, feeding him
. Looking at the lunchbox, I saw only a few yellowed, old vegetables and two thin slices of fatty
pork. Even a dog wouldn't necessarily eat that, let alone a person.
Speaking of her son, I really felt sorry for her. Last night, due to various reasons, I didn't get a good look at him,
but now he actually looked quite good, and more importantly, he had a very athletic physique, tall and strong
. It's just a pity he's mentally challenged.
I vaguely remembered that Feng Yulan had mentioned her son's name was Erniu, so I went up to him and said, "Erniu, why
are you being disobedient? You won't eat when Mom feeds you."
Erniu looked at me, pointed to the lunchbox in his mother's hand, and said, "Those vegetables are so bitter, I don't like them."
I turned around and said to Feng Yulan, who was standing behind me, in a slightly scolding tone, "And you, how could
you buy this kind of thing to eat? You used the money I gave you yesterday. I told you I would come to pick you up today, what were you afraid of?"
She seemed very aggrieved, lowered her head, and whispered, "I thought you were joking, I didn't expect you to actually
come."
I said to her sincerely, "It's hard to blame you, I can't completely trust a stranger either.
But in time, you'll know that I keep my word." After saying that, I took the lunchbox from her hand
, threw it into the trash can, and continued, "Come on, pack your luggage, we'll go have dinner first
, and then take you to your new home." Although she
didn't say anything, I knew from her eyes and the way she packed her luggage that she must be very upset.
I was pleased. Her and her son's luggage was as simple as their lodgings, and they were unpacked quickly.
After calculating the hotel rent, I took them to a restaurant I knew well, booked a VIP room, ordered a table full of
dishes, and opened a bottle of red wine. We ate and drank until we were both drunk and full before I took them to my dormitory.
That dormitory was assigned to me by my company; it wasn't very big, with only two rooms. Since I
had another place to live, the dormitory had been vacant, but it was cleaned weekly, so it didn't need any further tidying up and was ready
for immediate move-in.
After settling them in, I gave her my phone number and several thousand yuan in cash, and then prepared to leave. She
seemed surprised that I wouldn't stay the night, and asked me, puzzled, "You...you're leaving? Is your wife waiting for
you at home?"
I shook my head and smiled, saying, "No, my wife and my mother are in our hometown; she didn't come with me." I reached out and
touched her breast, then continued with a grin, "I have a lot of work to do at the company tomorrow, and I'm afraid
I won't sleep well if I stay."
I didn't know if she was scared because of the unfamiliar place or genuinely didn't want me to leave, but she
held my hand tightly, refusing to let me go. Unable to resist her persistence, I finally agreed to stay.
She was overjoyed and insisted on preparing my bathwater, saying she would help me to bed.
I said I wasn't in a hurry to sleep and suggested she check on her son first, and then help me after he fell asleep. She said it was fine
, her son would fall asleep by himself, and insisted on taking me to the bathroom with
her. In the bathroom, it was a completely different story. She had me stand in the bathtub, and she expertly
lathered my entire body with soap. When she washed my penis, her technique and pressure were simply masterful
.
I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure, and gently pinched her cheek, half-jokingly, half-complimenting her,
saying, "Strange, how come I didn't notice last night that you're so good at washing people here? Much better than your oral skills
. Ha...ha...did you practice while washing your son? If so, then you should
practice your mouth more; your blowjob skills aren't quite there yet."
As the saying goes, "Words spoken without intention may be taken to heart." I was only saying it as a joke.
To my surprise, she blurted out, "So you're just like Erniu, you don't like me using my mouth..." Immediately
afterward, her expression changed, probably realizing she'd let something slip. She looked embarrassed and tried desperately to salvage
the situation, saying, "When I help him bathe, I don't touch him there..."
This kind of "protesting too much" trick couldn't possibly fool me. I knew there must be some
hidden secret. To get her to reveal it, I decided to use a "playing hard to get" tactic. Pretending
not to notice the flaws in her words, I said seriously, "Let me teach you, use your tongue more when you suck. Your mouth is too
tight. Like last night, I only sucked a few times before your teeth hit me and it hurt a bit."
She probably thought I hadn't noticed, and her expression relaxed considerably. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll
try it next time."
Then, I chatted with her about all sorts of things for a long time until she helped me rinse off the soap suds
. I was sure she was completely off guard when I suddenly asked her, "By the way, speaking of which, when you gave Erniu a
blowjob, did he ever ejaculate in your mouth?"
She wasn't prepared for my trick and fell right into my trap. Without thinking, she replied, "Only
once." As soon as she finished speaking, she realized she'd been tricked, but it was too late. Her face flushed, and she quickly changed
the subject, saying, "Didn't you say you had a lot to do tomorrow? Let me dry you off. Go to sleep."
I stared at her with ill intent, grinning, "I don't want to sleep right now. Tell me,
what did it feel like when you were giving him a blowjob?" She fled the bathroom, looking incredibly embarrassed; of course, I wouldn't let her off so easily.
Seeing her run out of the bathroom, jump onto the bed, and hide under the covers, I followed her in. Under the covers, I started
groping her, tickling her relentlessly, relentlessly pressing her about her son. She couldn't resist my combined soft
and hard tactics, her persistent nagging. Finally
, she revealed the whole story to me. It turned out that Feng Yulan married her husband at a young age. Her husband's surname was Chen, and he was a very honest farmer.
Later, she gave birth to Erniu. Erniu was originally a twin, but the first one was stillborn
, so he was the only son left. Although heartbroken, the couple was content that they could keep one
child, and with the government's strong push for the one-child policy at the time, they had no plans to
have another.
However, when Erniu was eight years old, she suffered a serious illness that damaged her brain, leaving her with no intellectual development
, remaining at the level of a seven or eight-year-old. The couple was devastated, and her husband decided to try
for another child. After finally raising enough money for the fine, they were shocked to find that the baby was a daughter. Her husband was both angry and
desperate. On the day their daughter turned one month old, he mistakenly drank pesticide instead of alcohol, leaving them behind and passing away.
She was already struggling to care for two children alone. Later, her mother persuaded her to
sell the farmland and house her husband had left behind and move back to her parents' home. She thought that since her mother was also
living alone, they could take care of each other. So she sold the land and house and took
her two children back to her parents' home.
In the blink of an eye, the grandmother, grandson, and their son had lived together for several years. Life was tough, but
they lived peacefully and harmoniously. Until a little over a month ago, their lives changed.
It turned out that her son, Erniu, while his intellectual development remained at a child's level, was physically normal, even
abnormally so. However, due to Erniu's intellectual disability, his mother had to care for him constantly,
from bathing and feeding to dressing and sometimes even toileting. Therefore,
compared to other mothers, Feng Yulan was intimately familiar with her son's entire developmental process.
Several months ago, she had noticed something strange about Erniu. During bath time, he would occasionally
touch her inappropriately. At first, she didn't think much of it, but last month, when she cleaned Erniu's penis
and was about to wash other parts of his body, Erniu suddenly grabbed his penis, grinned foolishly, and said to her…
"Hehe...Mom, look, it doesn't need to be eaten with your mouth, it just gets bigger by itself. Aren't I amazing
?"
Hearing her son say this, Feng Yulan instinctively felt something was wrong, so she deliberately asked Erniu,
"That place is for peeing, who said you can eat it with your mouth?"
Erniu scratched his head and said, "Grandma said that if you eat my penis, it will get bigger quickly.
Hehe...I didn't believe it at first, but then Grandma really ate my penis, and it did get bigger. But now
nobody eats it, so why does it still get bigger?"
Feng Yulan told me that when she heard her son say that, she already knew something was wrong, so she asked her son again
, "When did Grandma start eating it?" "Your penis? Besides eating penises, did Grandma teach you anything else
?"
Erniu replied, "Grandma also taught me how to play the train through the tunnel."
She had already vaguely guessed, but still couldn't help but ask her son, "How do you play the train through the tunnel?"
Erniu waved his hands and said, "I won't teach you. Grandma told me that I must never tell you about us playing the train
through the tunnel. I won't say anything."
Feng Yulan also told me that after she found out, she was furious and originally wanted to confront her mother immediately.
But after thinking about it, she realized that family scandals shouldn't be spread outside the home. If things really escalated and the whole thing became public, it
wouldn't be good for the whole family. So she decided to let it go and make plans later.
However, to prevent the conflict between grandmother and grandson from escalating further, she decided to take Erniu away for a while. That's why she
thought of bringing Erniu to see a doctor. Feng Yulan also said that her mother initially strongly opposed the relationship, but later, perhaps through casual conversation,
she revealed that she knew about her mother's affair with her grandson, and her mother fell silent.
After coming to the city from the countryside, she found the cost
of living to be vastly different. She had only lived there for less than a month when all her money was gone, forcing her to sell herself to earn a living. She told me that since her husband's
death, she had become accustomed to a life of emptiness and loneliness, her mind and body becoming
numb. Unexpectedly, after serving two or three clients, her body underwent a subtle change; soon, even
the still water in her heart began to flow again, becoming turbulent.
She said that at first, when she started serving clients, it was alright, perhaps because she was surprised and shy, and she didn't have much of a physical response. However,
as people become more sexually active, she naturally developed needs. But a client is a client; he doesn't care whether
you come or not, he just wants to ejaculate. Initially, she could control herself, but soon she really
couldn't take it anymore.
The incident happened two days before I met her. That day, business was good; she had two customers in a row.
With the first customer, she felt a certain need. However, he was useless, finishing in a few strokes.
Less than half an hour later, she found a second customer. This guy's penis was even worse, but his
finger skills were absolutely top-notch.
He made her wet and aroused, but before he could even penetrate her, he
ejaculated on her thigh. After he left, she tried to relieve herself with her hand, but instead of stimulating it
, she felt an even stronger need. Her lower body was swollen and hot, and the fluid kept flowing endlessly.
Even at midnight, she couldn't fall asleep. At that time, her son was sleeping next to her. As
fate would have it, just as she was burning with desire and about to lose control, she suddenly felt something hard pressing against her buttocks. At
the same time, she heard Erniu in his sleep, laughing and saying in his sleep, "The train is going through a tunnel."
Instinctively, she reached behind her back, intending to push Erniu away, but instead, she touched his
penis. To make matters worse, Erniu had somehow managed to pull it
out. Therefore, Feng Yulan's hand pressed down not only on her son's penis, but also on his hard, hot, and
completely exposed penis.
At that moment, she was completely out of control, her mind filled only with images of sexual intercourse. She
thought to herself that since she had already sold herself, it didn't matter who penetrated her; at least her son
was cleaner than those clients. Besides, Erniu had slept with his grandmother, so letting him have sex with his mother now
shouldn't cause him much harm. So, steeling herself, she took off her already soaked underwear, turned her back to her son, gripped
his penis tightly, aimed it at her vulva, and thrust her hips back. That night, mother and son consummated their marriage.
The more I listened, the more unbelievable it seemed. I'd read many stories of incest within a family in books
, but hearing it directly from the person involved was a first. It was incredibly stimulating. While
imagining their incestuous act, I continued to press her, asking, "How long did you do it? Did he
ejaculate inside you? Did you play with him again afterward?"
I bombarded her with several of the most embarrassing questions. She covered her face with her hands in shame, saying, "Please stop
, okay? I've told you the most shameful things. Please let me go and stop asking."
Of course, I wasn't going to let her off so easily. I removed her hands from her face and looked at her, saying:
"It's not shameful at all, I like hearing it."
Seeing that I showed no disdain, only a lustful look, she hesitated for a
moment before saying, "I forgot how long it lasted. I only know he... he ejaculated inside me... and then I slept with him
a few more times."
I suddenly remembered, so I asked her, "After you finished with me this morning, did you go to see your son?"
She hid her head under the covers and said, "No in the morning. But... but at noon..."
I slapped her butt through the covers and said, "So, after you finished with me, you went to see your son again? So you're
saying I didn't satisfy you, right? Ha... ha... I'm going to fuck you until you're broken."
She poked her head out from under the covers, kissed my cheek first, then whispered in my ear
, "You still say that? I just couldn't stand it all day because of you... Anyway, it's all yours, if
you're willing to fuck it until it's broken, then fuck it."
Then, she automatically stuck out her tongue and gently licked down my chest, while her body slowly...
She moved down. With her hot tongue, she licked my chest and abdomen. Perhaps she knew I wasn't very impressed with her oral
sex skills, so when she licked my penis, she didn't linger for long, only holding the glans in her mouth for a
moment before moving on to lick my scrotum.
To make it easier for her, I raised one leg, and she rested her head on my other thigh, her tongue
circling and licking my scrotum incessantly. I felt numb and itchy from her licking, and with her nostrils pressed against
my anus, the tip of her nose occasionally rubbing back and forth at my anus, the feeling was quite stimulating and comfortable.
She continued licking for a while, then suddenly sat up, giving me a half-smile and gesturing for me to turn around. So
I turned over, lying flat on the bed with my back to the sky. I felt her hand gently stroking my
buttocks, and I heard her whisper, "Lift it up a bit, otherwise how can I kiss you?"
I knew she was going to lick my anus, so I obediently raised my buttocks. Sure enough, I immediately felt
her tongue pressed tightly against my anus. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her licking my anus, while
fantasizing about her incestuous relationship with her son. Unconsciously, my penis had already changed.
So I told her to lie flat on the bed, hold her thighs with both hands, and raise her lower body as high as possible,
spreading her legs as wide as possible until her entire vulva was facing the ceiling. I was
very satisfied with the position and posture, so I pressed down on her with a "Mount Tai Press" move.
I thrust wildly into her vagina about a hundred times, watching her huge breasts, like two water-filled
balloons, swaying back and forth in front of me with the rhythm of my fucking. After about ten
minutes, I felt I was nearing my end, so I asked her to play with her breasts for me.
I watched as she squeezed her large breasts tightly, occasionally pulling her nipples
high and long with her fingers. Seeing her already unusually large nipples flattened by her own manipulation
was incredibly arousing. The thought of her being fucked by her son, likely doing the same thing, immediately brought my excitement to its peak. I felt my semen shooting 　　into her uterus
, one spurt after another . 　　After ejaculating, I held her and we sat on the bed to rest. I took a cigarette from my pack on the bedside table 　　and noticed a perfume candle nearby. So, while lighting my cigarette, I lit the candle as well 　　. Then, holding the cigarette in one hand and rubbing her breasts with the other, I chatted with her casually 　　. 　　Our conversation mostly revolved around her and her son. She answered all my questions readily, 　　but it was almost entirely a one-way street; she never initiated conversation. I tried to get her to invite her son over to play, but 　　she refused, saying it was too late. I knew I couldn't force her. Thinking there 　　was plenty of time, I gave up. 　　We chatted for a while longer, when suddenly she pressed her hand to her genitals, blushing and letting out a soft gasp, 　　saying, "Oh, could you please get me some tissues?" 　　I knew it was the semen I'd ejaculated inside her, now flowing back out. I reached for 　　the tissue box on the bedside table, intending to take a few tissues for her. However, when I saw the scented 　　candle on the table, I immediately changed my mind. 　　I picked it up and quickly brought the candle close to her vulva. I guess she never imagined 　　I'd burn her with a candle, and given how fast I moved, she probably mistook it for me wiping her with tissues. I only saw her 　　remove the hand that had been pressing on her genitals, and very proactively spread her legs wider. 　　I had only intended to scare her with the candle, to play a joke on her. But seeing her vulva completely exposed 　　, like an undefended city, entirely within my reach, I was seized by a sudden surge of childlike whimsy and actually dripped wax onto her vulva 　　, laughing as I said, "Come on, let me seal the opening with wax, so it won't be wasted 　　." 　　In a flash, seven or eight drops of scalding wax rained down, landing on her vulva. I 　　heard her cry out in surprise and pain, and then I saw her spring up from the bed. I thought 　　I was in for a scolding and was about to apologize. But to my surprise, she seemed completely unperturbed. Instead, she 　　took some tissues and covered the sheets. Then, she plopped down on the tissues and lay back down in the same position I had been in when I burned 　　her. 　　I couldn't help but swallow, a sense of unreality washing over me. Seeing her so obedient and submissive to me 　　, I felt I'd gone too far. But seeing her weak and pitiful expression, I 　　couldn't resist the urge to torment her. 　　Torn between my will and my desire, I glanced down at her. She lay sprawled on the bed, eyes tightly closed, 　　chest rising and falling slightly, legs wide open. When I saw the few drops of blood- 　　red wax tears on her vulva and labia, I finally couldn't resist and used the candle in my hand to burn her again. 　　At first, I focused the heat of the wax on her vulva. But later, 　　I burned almost every part of her body, though I still focused on her breasts, vulva, and anus. Her entire 　　body was covered in wax tears, trembling incessantly. 　　Her hair was disheveled, her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and beads of sweat streamed down her forehead like raindrops onto the pillow 　　. I don't know how long I burned her, but seeing the seven or eight-inch candle in my hand burned down to just a stub, 　　I finally blew it out, satisfied. 　　Then, I put her on all fours, roughly cleaned the candle from her anus, 　　grabbed her long hair, and without a word, started fucking her anus. As I fucked her, I slapped 　　her buttocks hard with my hands until my own palms ached, but I didn't stop. 　　I continued thrusting and slapping, and after what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly heard her, as if in a daze, panting 　　and moaning, "Mmm...mmm...husband, it's my fault, I can't have a son...punish me, mmm... 　　mmm...fuck me until I'm broken, I'm useless. When that loser gets bigger, I want her to have a son with you...ah 　　..."

The more I listened, the more excited I became. In my dazed state, I joined in her rambling, "Mmm...mmm...I'm
not just going to get your daughter pregnant, oh...oh...I'll get your mother pregnant too, okay
?"
She wildly swayed her hips, her voice becoming hoarse as she said, "Okay, ah...ah...okay, husband,
get that old slut, that worn-out woman pregnant, mmm...mmm...let us, grandmother, granddaughter, and mother all have
children for you...ah...husband...I can't take it anymore, I'm coming again."
And so, amidst her lewd moans, I ejaculated all my semen into her anus.
I slept very poorly that night, having a series of bizarre dreams. I woke up just as dawn broke and saw
her still fast asleep, naked. So I went to the bathroom alone and quickly took a shower.
When I returned to the bedroom, changed my clothes, and prepared for work, I saw her struggling to get out of bed.
As I put on my socks, I said to her, "Sleep a little longer, it's only seven o'clock."
She sleepily replied, "I'll make you breakfast."
I went over, kissed her forehead, and gently helped her back to bed, saying, "No need,
someone at my company will buy me breakfast. You should sleep a little longer."
Afraid she'd insist, and also worried she'd be too tired, I quickly opened the door and left the bedroom before she could say anything more
. I originally wanted to close the door behind me, but when I turned back and saw her naked sleeping position, I changed
my mind. Instead of closing the door, I left it completely open before leaving.
As usual, back at the company, another busy day began. But strangely enough, I felt like I
suddenly became much younger, a strange feeling, like I was back in the
days when I first met my wife and started dating her
. Before lunchtime, I had already called her twice. In the afternoon, I called again.
I had originally planned to rush back to see her after work, but then the Qingdao branch called,
saying there were some problems and the boss needed me to go there that night to handle them. Reluctantly, I called
her again, telling her the company needed me to go to Qingdao immediately and I might not be back for eight or ten days. We parted on the phone, each
telling the other to be careful.
That evening, I flew to Qingdao. What should have been a ten-day task
was completed in an astonishing five days. The boss, unaware of my ulterior motives, even offered me two weeks of
leave.
I called Yulan to tell her about this unexpected success, and she was overjoyed. So, after
handing over the remaining tasks, I immediately left Qingdao for Guangzhou.
As the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." When I returned and saw her, she was incredibly welcoming. I had originally
planned to take her and her child out for dinner, but she firmly objected, saying she would cook for me herself. Seeing her enthusiasm, I
had no choice but to comply.
I found the refrigerator overflowing with food, and all the seasonings and other daily necessities were readily available. In just a few days,
she had transformed the place into a warm and inviting "home."
I watched her busy herself in the kitchen, washing vegetables and chopping meat. Her son, Erniu, was hiding in his room, playing alone with
the toys I had bought for him in Qingdao. I turned on the TV for a while, but found it uninteresting, so I went to
the kitchen to watch her cook.
She was wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck blouse and a pink floral maxi skirt. Because
her nipples were particularly large, it was obvious to anyone that she wasn't wearing a bra. As she cooked, her two
large breasts swayed back and forth, and I couldn't resist walking up to her, crossing my arms, and hugging her tightly from behind, while simultaneously
kneading her breasts.
She laughed and struggled a couple of times, saying, "My dear young master, stop it! I'm busy, or I'll burn the food
."
I ignored her and continued to rub her breasts through her clothes. Soon she stopped resisting and let me touch her all over.
After rubbing for a while, I took advantage of the situation and slowly moved my hand down to her waistband, then slipped my hand inside
her skirt.
I casually touched it and was horrified to find that the area I touched was incredibly slippery. Where pubic hair should have been abundant, it
was now completely barren, a veritable wasteland. I couldn't help but ask her curiously, "How did this happen?"
She gently swayed her hips, half-jokingly pretending to pull her hand away, and said, "You still ask? It's all your
fault. You got candle wax on someone that day and they couldn't wash it off, so I had to… had to shave it. Don't you like it?"
I grinned and said, "It's best you shaved it. I already found it in the way, and I was planning to shave
it all off for you. By the way, after you shaved it, does Erniu like it? How many times have you two played these past few days?"
I heard her give a soft "hmm" through her nostrils and say, "You always ask me these kinds of questions."
I said, "What is it? Tell me."
She seemed determined, and no matter how much I pressed her, she wouldn't say. I couldn't do anything about it, so I continued
to caress her private parts. I slowly moved my hand down until my fingers touched her labia. Then I used my
fingers to tease her labia and clitoris. I would occasionally tug at her labia and flick her clitoris.
She didn't resist at all, and even cooperated by spreading her legs wider to make it easier for me to play with her vulva. I felt
her vagina becoming increasingly wet, and I couldn't help but feel aroused. So I bent my palm, made my fingers into a
crane's beak shape, and inserted them into her vagina, using my fingers to penetrate her vagina. She was facing the gas stove,
cooking while I inserted my fingers into her vagina. It seemed like nothing was happening, but her movements while cooking
were noticeably less efficient than before. She finally finished cooking the dish of braised yellow croaker with vinegar, her face flushed and panting, and said, "Have you
eaten... okay?"
I thrust in and out a couple more times, and seeing that my urge to touch her had been satisfied, I pulled my hand out. Originally, I wanted to
turn on the tap, wash my hands, and then eat, but when I saw the plate of Yunnan-style boiled pork on the counter, I immediately
changed my mind.
With my hand, still wet with her juices, I grabbed a small piece of meat and brought it to her mouth,
saying with ill intent, "You've worked hard. Here, try it and see if it tastes good?"
She glanced at me first, then slowly opened her mouth, letting me put the meat in. She chewed the meat and swallowed.
She looked down and saw my hand still near her mouth, staring at me with a very puzzled expression. I pouted at her
, gesturing for her to lick my fingers clean as well. She hesitated for a moment, but then obediently put each of my
fingers, covered in her vaginal fluid, into her mouth one by one. I watched as she licked each finger
clean, finally washing her hands and going to eat dinner, completely satisfied.
Her cooking was quite good; three dishes and a soup, with fish, vegetables, and meat. The only downside was that she
was busy taking care of her son during dinner, so she wasn't as attentive to me.
After dinner, she busied herself clearing the dishes. I took a can of beer from the refrigerator, sat on the living room sofa, and started reading
the newspaper while drinking. As the saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires." I saw that I had almost finished the can of beer in my hand,
while she was still busy in the kitchen, seemingly preoccupied with something. I couldn't help but call out to her, "Are you done
yet?"
Then, I saw her come out of the kitchen wearing an apron. As she took off the apron, she
said to me, "Almost done. I'll bathe Erniu first, and then come to keep you company after I've put him to sleep."
Hearing her say she was going to bathe her son, I immediately had a bright idea. I pretended to be nonchalant and said to her, "Then
hurry up."
She nodded and went to her son's bedroom. I sat on the sofa and vaguely heard
her calling her son to bathe from inside the room. Then I saw her leading her son out of the room and heading towards the bathroom in the living room
.
I said to her, "Take him to the bathroom in our room to bathe; there's no hot water in the living room."
Unsuspecting of a trick, she replied, "Okay," and led her son into our bedroom.
I watched them go into the room, then quickly downed the can of beer in my hand. Afterward, I went
outside our bedroom and waited a while until I heard water running from the bathroom before confidently walking in, loudly
asking, "What's wrong? Is there enough hot water?"
As soon as I entered, I saw Erniu standing naked in the bathtub, and Yulan
standing beside him with a bar of soap, seemingly preparing to lather her son. This kid was incredibly tall and muscular,
a full head taller than his mother. And looking at his penis, it was terrifying; even before it was erect, it was already
almost as thick as a baby's arm. I thought to myself, "This little bastard really didn't get his name wrong; it really is as
thick as a bull. No wonder all the women in his family can't resist sneaking around."
Yulan probably hadn't guessed my real purpose for coming in. She turned around, smiled, and said to me,
"Soon, almost done." Then she turned back to lather her son.
Without a word, I quickly stripped off my clothes, stood in the bathtub, and asked Erniu with a grin, "Erniu
, Uncle will bathe with you, okay?"
Erniu, looking rather clueless, replied, "Okay."
Looking at Feng Yulan, she knew exactly what I was thinking. Her expression was strange, and
she looked at me unsure of what to do. I knew the key to success or failure lay in how I handled this moment. So I
quickly placed my hand on her shoulder and gently comforted her, saying, "You and I aren't strangers, what's there
to be shy about?"
I paused, and seeing she remained silent, seemingly offering no response, I continued, "Think about
it, unless you don't plan to be with me, we have a long future ahead of us. It's not right for you and Erniu
to treat me like an outsider behind my back. Why don't we all be more open-minded and live happily as a family
? Wouldn't that be better?"
She seemed to have something to say but hesitated, her eyes flickering as she stared at me for
a while before sighing and saying, "Don't be heartless towards people in the future."
After she finished speaking, she put down the bar of soap, as if she had a thousand words to say, but then looked at me again, hesitant to speak
. Then, standing in front of me and her son, she began to take off her clothes, one by one.
In my life, I've had my share of women. But simultaneously playing with a woman and another man was
a first for me. Especially since they were mother and son; the thrill was indescribable.
So, when Yulan took off her clothes and I saw the mother and son standing naked together, my
penis immediately became erect.
Yulan, like me, was probably preoccupied with her own thoughts, so neither of us spoke. For a moment, the bathroom
was quiet, the atmosphere very awkward. Thankfully, that silly boy Erniu suddenly burst into laughter, breaking the awkward
silence.
I saw him clapping his hands and laughing, saying, "Ha...ha...So Uncle Ke's penis can get
hard on its own!"
I smiled and asked him, "Yes, does your penis get hard on its own?"
He grinned innocently and said, "Sometimes it does, sometimes Grandma or Mom has to suck it for it to
get hard."
I continued, "Do you like them sucking your penis?"
Without thinking, he answered, "Yes."
I said, "Do you prefer Grandma or Mom sucking your penis?"
This time he thought for a while before answering, "I prefer Grandma sucking my penis. But I
like playing train through tunnels with Mom more."
I asked him, "Why?"
He said, "When Grandma plays train through tunnels, she always sticks her fingers into my butt, which hurts. So it's not fun.
But I like Grandma sucking my penis; she eats my pee and pee when she does, it's so much fun."
"
I didn't quite understand, so I asked him again, 'What's big pee? Small pee?
Is there such a thing as big or small pee?'
He said, 'That yellow, watery pee is big pee, and that white, gooey pee
is small pee.' Then, he scratched his head and asked me, 'Uncle Du, don't you know how to pee?'
I suddenly realized what he meant and couldn't help but burst out laughing, saying, 'Yes, yes, of course Uncle knows how
to pee.'
I turned to Yulan and said, 'Looks like my mother-in-law is even more capable than you.'
She blushed deeply, picked up the bar of soap next to the bathtub, and said, 'My young masters, please...' "
"Stop talking, let's take a bath," she said, then got into the bathtub herself. She then lathered me and Erniu with soap and washed us separately
.
After she finished washing us, she started washing herself. I saw her breasts swaying back and
forth as she lathered, and I couldn't resist embracing her and kissing her passionately. Our tongues intertwined, and we kissed for a while. Afterwards,
I reached out and touched her vulva, finding it not very wet. However, I couldn't wait any longer, so I let go of
her
and gestured for her to turn around. She turned her back to me, facing her son. I brought my mouth close to her ear and
whispered, "Why don't you kiss Erniu too?"
She seemed hesitant, so I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward
until her nipples gently touched her son's body. She remained frozen, and just as I was about to push her forward a little more,
I heard her whisper to her son, "Erniu, be good, kiss Mommy like Uncle does."
Her son, Erniu, that little rascal, you might think he's stupid, but he's not entirely stupid. He actually kissed his mother
quite skillfully. The two of them embraced each other's naked bodies, passionately kissing. As they kissed
, I don't know when, but Yulan's hand was now grasping Erniu's penis, and she was constantly making stroking motions. She
seemed very intoxicated, and even let out a few soft moans from deep in her throat.
I reached out and touched her vulva again, and found it had suddenly become a vast ocean.
When she kissed me before, although it was a little wet, it wasn't this intense. Strangely enough, I didn't feel angry at all
; instead, I was quite satisfied with her physiological response.
I let them continue their passionate kissing in front of me for a minute or two, then slapped her hard on the buttocks and
said, "Bend over, lift your buttocks up."
She placed her hands on her son, slowly arching her body into a right angle, her head and back gradually lowering until they
were parallel to her son's lower abdomen, while her buttocks slowly approached me. I then gripped my penis tightly, pressing it against her
vulva and rubbing it back and forth. I kept stimulating her labia with the glans, but ultimately didn't penetrate her.
She waited for a while, probably wondering why I was still standing there. Then, she tilted her head to see
what I was up to. I gestured to her with my lips, indicating that she should give her son oral sex.
She turned her head back, but due to the angle, I only saw part of her face. I vaguely saw
her close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and suck her son's glans into her mouth. Then I saw her head bobbing up and
down, giving her son oral sex with slurping sounds.
I was incredibly excited and couldn't resist immediately mounting her, thrusting my penis into her vagina
. But as soon as I started, I realized that due to the angle, I couldn't
clearly watch her and her son's oral sex while I was having sex. To see clearly, I had to lean my upper body outwards
and tilt my head. Unfortunately, this position was too tiring, and after trying it for a while, I was already exhausted
.
So, I had to alternate between having sex with her and watching her perform oral sex. It was incredibly physically demanding, but
also much more stimulating than usual. Since I ejaculated quickly inside her, I didn't feel
particularly tired afterward.
I placed my hands on her back, breathed a few times, and rested for a while. I felt my penis gradually soften
and slowly slide out of her vagina.
I stepped out of the bathtub and sat on the toilet to rest. Turning my head, I saw her spitting out her son's penis and
looking back at me. I saw her unfocused gaze, her face flushed, her nostrils and mouth slightly opening and closing, her teeth
clenched tightly—it was clear she wasn't "satisfied" yet.
I grabbed two towels, tossed one to her, and said, "Here, dry yourself off. After you're done, take Erniu
to our bed." Without waiting for her to say anything more, I dried myself with the towel and left the bathroom.
A moment later, the three of us—the mother and son—were standing naked by the bed. I
lay down on the right side of the bed first, looking up at the mother and son.
I saw Erniu's penis; after his mother had blow-dried it, it was almost twice the size I remembered. The
glans was like a tiny orange, and the shaft was as thick as a sugarcane. I secretly compared it to mine, and felt a
pang of unease. The only consolation was that it was probably too large to fully engorge. Therefore
, although my old bird was much smaller, in terms of sheer strength, mine seemed to be the more robust.
I looked at Feng Yulan again, and saw her pointing to the bed with one hand and gently nudging her son with the other, saying, "Good boy,
lie down on the bed." After saying that, the mother and son lay down together next to me. I don't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but
she slept in the middle, with Erniu and me on either side of her.

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