[Double Hibiscus] Sixth Gua Sha Treatment

The Sixth Gua Sha Treatment
Back home, Wanqing took out the gifts she had bought for her daughter and son-in-law: a silk scarf for her daughter and
a belt for her son-in-law. Jiaming and his wife were very happy, especially Jiaming, as this was the first time his mother-in-law had given him a gift, and he
carefully put it away. The three of them chatted and laughed for a long time, until after ten o'clock before reluctantly going back to their rooms.
In the bathroom, Wanqing had just undressed and was about to take a shower when her daughter barged in naked, startling her:
"You little brat, you scared me to death! What are you doing in here?"
An'an giggled, "I'm here to scrub your back. It's been so long since I scrubbed your back, so today your daughter is being good to
you!"
"Go away! There's no such thing as a free lunch! Do you want something from your mother?"
"Look at what you're saying, what kind of person do you take your daughter for? I love you!"
"Stop it, that's too mushy. Where's the stool?"
"Here it is. Come on, sit down." An'an pulled out a small stool from behind her and had her mother sit down.
An'an turned on the shower, poured some water on her mother's back, then poured some shower gel to lather it up, and began massaging her mother's soft back from top to bottom
. When she rubbed her buttocks, she exclaimed, "Sister, your buttocks are so big, so plump and perky! If
I were a man, I'd be completely captivated by them, hehe!"
Wanqing was pleased to hear her daughter praise her plump and perky buttocks, but she retorted, "What are you saying? Aren't yours
perky? I bet Jiaming was bewitched by your perky buttocks!"
"Oh, you know? Your son-in-law, when he first saw my buttocks, he was completely smitten. Every time
… during that… he would… love it endlessly, it's just a pity…" An'an deliberately left Wanqing in suspense.
Wanqing, as expected, fell for it and quickly asked, "What's a pity?"
An'an smiled secretly to herself and said, "It's a pity my breasts aren't big enough to captivate him. If only I had
breasts as big as yours!" As she spoke, she reached under her mother's armpits and cupped her two large breasts.
"Crazy girl… what are you doing…" Wanqing, caught off guard by her daughter's sneak attack, hurriedly tried to pry her hands away.
"Hehe, I'm not doing anything, I just want to touch them. Wow, they're so big and heavy! Sis, do they weigh about ten pounds? Do
they?"
Wanqing couldn't pry her daughter's hands off, so she had no choice but to let her touch them. When she heard her daughter exaggerate that her breasts
weighed more than ten pounds, she spat out, "Get lost, do you think your mother is a dairy cow!" Imagining a dairy cow dragging its big udder back and forth
, she burst out laughing.
"Sister, how did you raise your breasts? Teach me, my butt is alright, but I don't have enough breasts.
I want to grow up like you."
"What are you going to do with them? Breasts are for feeding babies. You don't have any children, what are they for?"
"Oh, wait, breasts have so many uses, you wouldn't understand even if I told you! Just teach me,
okay, sister!"
"What's there to teach? Just pay attention to your diet. I'll give you some recipes another day. Hey?
Does Jiaming think your...breasts are too small?"
"No, he didn't say anything, but I know men always like women with big breasts and big butts, like
you."
"Go away, don't always drag me into this! Wait, is something going on between you two? Jiaming, he…
"
"No, no, don't guess, don't wrong an innocent person, he's not that kind of person. I just admire
you, what woman wouldn't want a figure like yours!"
"What's so great about it? Mom's getting old, these two…breasts are sagging a bit, and they're not as elastic as they used to be."
"No, they're very firm and bouncy! Hmm, they do sag a little, but not because I'm old, it's because they're
too heavy! Haha..." An'an mischievously lifted her mother's ample breasts up and down, causing them to heave in waves.
"You little brat, teasing your mother, see how I get back at you!" Wan Qing reached behind her back to "retaliate" against her daughter.
The mother and daughter joked around, laughing heartily at each other.
After a while, Wanqing asked her daughter somewhat embarrassedly, "Girl, so, you and Jiaming... are you
satisfied?"
"Satisfied with what? Oh, that? Of course I'm satisfied, do I even need to say it? Why are you asking? Hey~ Sister,
you're so horny, horny mom! You really want to hear it, huh? Well, I'll tell you everything. Your son-in-law is amazing
. His thing is so big and hard, like an iron rod. Every time, my daughter is pounded to death by him, and begging for
mercy doesn't work! And he especially likes to eat my crotch..."
An'an whispered in her mother's ear, her hand slowly reaching towards her crotch.
As Wanqing listened to those "shameful things," her heart was pounding with excitement when she suddenly felt her daughter's hand reaching towards her private parts. She quickly
grabbed it, saying, "That's going too far! If you're going to touch someone, touch your husband's...that thing!" "Touch him? I touch him every day,
I don't even care anymore."
"What, you don't care anymore?"
"What, you do care? Then I'll go talk to him and have him send that thing over right away!" With that,
An'an made a move to get up and leave.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Wanqing grabbed her daughter's hand tightly, preventing her from leaving. "You brat, you're getting crazier and crazier!
I'm your mother!"
"What's wrong with being a mother? My things are mine, can't I take them... to play with them?!"
"You..."
Seeing her mother was at her limit of embarrassment, An'an knew when to stop, lest she "bite when cornered," and said with a smile,
"Alright, I was just joking with you. You might be happy, but I'm not!"
"Pah, who's happy... How did I give birth to such a rascal!"
"Hehe, like mother, like daughter! Sister, about moving in, Jiaming and I have discussed it, and we're thinking of
moving in a couple of days, what do you think..."
"I knew you wouldn't come here without a reason. Giving me a back rub? You think you can get away with this? So that's what
you were waiting for! If you want to move, then move, I'm not bothering you."
"Jiaming is just worried you won't be happy."
"Why wouldn't I be happy? I can't wait for you to move in, then I'll have company, hehe!"
"Then we'll move in the day after tomorrow, thank you, Mom!"
"Now that you've moved in, what will happen to the old house? Will you rent it out?"
"No, we'll sell it. Jiaming has been wanting to get a new car, but he doesn't have enough money. Selling the house will give him some."
"Oh, what kind of car do you want? I think we shouldn't sell the house; we might need it later.
I'll buy you a car."
"No need, Jiaming won't want it."
"Why? I'm not an outsider."
"I know, but that's just his temper. He's accommodating about everything, except money. He never
wants to owe anyone anything, but it's fine if someone owes him."
"I see... then... should I talk to him?" Wanqing hadn't expected her son-in-law to have such a character.
"No, please don't! He'll blame me."
"Don't worry, I have my ways. I won't betray you. Okay, that's it. You've taken advantage of me.
Now it's time to take advantage of your husband, oh no, I should say go back and let your husband take advantage of you, hahaha
..." Wanqing rarely teased her daughter.
"Sister, you're so mean! I'm not going back, I'm just staying with you..." An'an blushed with embarrassment, clinging to her mother and refusing to let
go. "Sister, I want to sleep with you tonight."
"Sleep with me? What about your husband?"
"He'll just have to wait it out, he'll die if he holds it in all night!"
Wanqing chuckled, lightly poking her daughter's forehead, saying, "I'm just afraid you'll be the one who can't hold it in in the end
! Go, get the sheets."
An'an returned to her room. Her husband had already showered and was lying in bed waiting for her. Seeing her, he patted
the bed beside him, meaning to hurry up and take a shower so they could get down to business. An'an glared at her husband and said, "I'm going to
sleep with my mom tonight, you can sleep alone for the night."
Jiaming felt a chill in his heart: "Wife, are you really going to leave your husband alone in the room?"
"Just one night, it doesn't matter."
"Then... how about I go too..."
Before she could finish speaking, she let out another scream.
An'an threw a pillow at her husband's face, then grabbed the sheets, underwear, and toiletries,
leaving him behind, and went to her mother's room.
Needless to say, their late-night chat was going to be quite exciting…
Late at night, An'an sneaked out. Wanqing wasn't fully asleep and naturally noticed her daughter's movements, knowing
she couldn't resist letting her husband take advantage of her. Her daughter sneaking off to make love with her husband—the scene must have
been quite intense… Thinking about it, Wanqing blushed and smiled.
An hour later, An'an tiptoed back to her mother's room, and seeing that her mother was quiet,
she finally went to sleep contentedly.
The next morning, the sun shone brightly, the weather was pleasant—a rare good day in Beijing. Although there were no birdsong or fragrant flowers,
on such a beautiful day, many people would feel a desire to do good deeds.
An'an got up and saw her mother was still fast asleep. She wanted to kiss her, but was afraid of waking her, so she gave up
and quietly left the bedroom with the sheets.
In the kitchen, her husband was humming a tune as he prepared breakfast. An'an put the sheets on the sofa, sneaked up behind her husband
, and suddenly hugged him, reaching into his pants to grab his penis, calling out lewdly, "Husband..."
Jiaming enjoyed his wife's soft little hand for a long time before saying, "You lewd wife, what do you want to do so early in the morning?
Weren't you satisfied last night?"
"I'm full, but I'm hungry again! Husband, let's do it in the kitchen, okay? I've never done it in the kitchen
before, and we still have some time before work, enough for one time, come on!" She said hurriedly, lifting her nightgown and trying
to sit on the counter.
"What are you doing here? You've got some nerve! Don't you know where you are? What if your mom sees you
?"
"So what if she sees me? I'll just take her in!"
"What? Honey, what did you say?"
"Nothing... You rascal, you get hard just mentioning my mom! Ugh! I'm done playing, I'm going to wash my face." She then gave
the "rascal's" skin a "hard" pinch and ran away.
Take in his mother-in-law? That sounds great, but is his wife being honest? Is she setting a trap for him again
? He needs to be careful! Jiaming was frying eggs while trying to figure out his wife's true intentions.
An'an finished washing up and went to the dining room for breakfast. In front of her husband, her eating habits were simply "appalling
." But in her husband's eyes, this was her genuineness, and he enjoyed every little thing about her.
An'an finished quickly, patted her belly, left the mess to her husband, and
went to work.
After cleaning up the mess his wife had left behind, Jiaming noticed his mother-in-law hadn't come out. He glanced at the wall clock; it
was time to get up. Why wasn't she there? Had she gone for her morning exercise? She should be back by now! He considered checking on her,
but then thought better of it and ate his own breakfast first. After finishing, he took a shower, grabbed his bag, and was about to leave when he found his mother-in-law already
up, wearing pajamas and leaning against the sofa.
"Mom, you're up. Breakfast is warming up in the steamer. Eat it yourself; I have to go out."
"Jiaming, I'm sick…" Wanqing's voice was weak.
Jiaming was shocked and rushed to his mother-in-law's side. She looked extremely pale, and her once beautiful
eyes had lost their sparkle. She was fine last night; how could she be sick now? He instinctively reached out to touch her forehead—
it wasn't hot.
"Mom, what's wrong? Where do you feel unwell?"
"My whole body aches and I have no strength..."
"How could this happen? You were fine yesterday!"
"I don't know, maybe I was tired the past few days."
"Then you should go to the hospital right away! I'll go with you."
"No need, I don't want to go to the hospital. We have medicine at home, I'll probably feel better after resting. You go about your business, don't
worry about me."
"That won't do! Come on, let me help you back to rest!" Jiaming reached out to help his mother-in-law. Wanqing,
supporting her son-in-law's hand, struggled to stand up, but after only two steps, she couldn't take another step and involuntarily leaned
on her son-in-law's arm.
"No, I can't walk..."
Jiaming hadn't expected it to be so serious. What should he do? Caught in a dilemma, he gritted his teeth, not caring about anything else
, and lifted his mother-in-law up, carrying her in his arms towards her bedroom.
His son-in-law was so direct, giving her no time to react. This was the first time Wanqing had been treated like this by a man.
She was unexpectedly embraced in this way and under these circumstances, and the person embracing her was none other than her own son-in-law.
At this moment, besides her son-in-law, Wan Qing had no one else to rely on. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face deeply in
his chest. Although she was ill, she felt so comfortable and at ease! She wished the living room and bedroom were a hundred thousand
miles apart, and she wished her illness would never end, so she could stay in his arms forever.
She truly had a fever now, a high fever that reached her ears.
Holding the beautiful woman in his arms, his heart fluttered, and his steps unconsciously slowed. Looking down at
the beauty in his arms, he found her face like a spring peach, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her eyelashes long and curved, her nose delicate and exquisite, her cherry
lips like vermilion. Even in her illness, she surpassed Xi Shi a thousand times over. He was captivated, and his steps unconsciously stopped
.
Seeing that her son-in-law wasn't leaving, Wanqing opened her eyes and met his infatuated gaze. She quickly closed her eyes again, not
daring to look at him.
Between her open and closed eyes, Wanqing was truly captivating, exuding charm and allure. Jiaming almost couldn't resist kissing her
delicate face, but he refrained from doing so because she was his mother-in-law.
In the bedroom, Jiaming placed his mother-in-law on the bed, pulled the sheet over her, and softly asked, "Are you hungry?
I'll cook you some porridge, okay?"
"Mmm," Wanqing nodded, still basking in her shyness.
Jiaming went to the kitchen, put the previously cooked porridge back into the pot, chopped some minced meat and ginger, added
a few slices of astragalus root, and once the porridge boiled, he cracked in an egg, sprinkled in a little salt and cilantro, and mixed it well. A nourishing astragalus and
meat porridge was ready. He ladled a bowl and took it into the room.
Wanqing propped herself up and slowly ate her porridge. The porridge was cooked until soft and tender, the aroma of rice, meat, eggs, vegetables, and
herbs filling her mouth and stimulating her appetite. With her appetite whetted, her heart warmed.
Wanqing ate her porridge slowly and gracefully, slurping, blowing on it, putting it in her mouth, chewing slowly, and swallowing with fluid, elegant movements—a
style completely different from her daughter's "bold" manner. But to Jiaming, both styles had their own charm, and both
were equally enjoyable.
The porridge was hot, and Jiaming wanted to blow on it to cool it down, but he didn't dare. He feared his mother-in-law would feel awkward and even offend him; after all,
he was only a son-in-law, not a husband, and being too intimate might be impolite.
Seeing her son-in-law watching her eat so closely, even reaching out to wipe her mouth several times, made Wanqing feel
embarrassed, but she couldn't bear to ask him to leave, because this feeling was truly wonderful.
She ate the porridge for a full ten minutes. Jiaming wanted to get another bowl, but Wanqing, too shy to refuse, said she didn't want any more.
Jiaming tidied up, helped her lie down, and then called his wife: "Hey, honey, Mom's sick."
"Sick? She was fine yesterday, how did she get sick? Is it serious? Did she go to the hospital?"
"It's alright, not too serious. She's probably just tired from the past few days. Mom said she'll be fine after some rest, no need to go to the hospital
."
"Does she have a fever, a cold, or a cough?"
"No, she just feels tired and weak." "
Oh, that's nothing, a little scraping will do. She's had this before."
"Could you come back and give her a scraping treatment?"
"Well… I have a meeting soon, I can't get away! Or… could you scrape her?"
"Huh? Me?" "
What are you yelling about? What's wrong with you scraping? You're her son-in-law, shouldn't you take care of her? That's all for now, I
have to go to the meeting soon, take good care of Mom!"
Without another word, the other end hung up.
Jiaming had no choice but to accept the task. He put down his phone, glanced at his mother-in-law, and noticed her face was flushed. His
own face was red too.
"Mom, An'an said your illness isn't serious, that a little scraping will help. She's in a meeting and can't come back, so…
so she wants me to do scraping for you…" Jiaming didn't dare look at his mother-in-law, afraid of embarrassing her.
"The scraping tools are in the medicine cabinet, and the medicine cabinet is in the next room…"
Jiaming was stunned. His mother-in-law hadn't refused; that meant taking her clothes off… Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. Sigh! Since
his mother-in-law and wife didn't mind, what else could he say? Scrape it! Healing and saving lives, why so many reservations?
He really thought he was a reincarnated Hua Tuo (a legendary Chinese physician).
Jiaming was about to get his gua sha tools when Wanqing stopped him. "Wait, get me a pair of pants..." Jiaming
pointed to the wardrobe, and Wanqing added, "The third door from the left, the top pair of black yoga shorts."
The third door led to the sportswear section, which had a wide variety of clothes—single pieces, sets, long and short
garments, yoga wear, tennis clothes, regular sportswear, and even golf attire .
Various swimsuits were also hanging there, all bikinis, and much larger than An'an's size. All the clothes were
neatly arranged and orderly.
Jiaming picked up the shorts and handed them to his mother-in-law.
"Go out for a bit, I'll call you when you're done..."
"Okay,"
Jiaming went next door to get his gua sha tools, and his mother-in-law, having changed, called him in. He pushed open the door and entered. He saw
his mother-in-law lying face down on the bed, completely naked except for a pair of yoga pants, revealing her smooth, flawless
back and thighs. Her skin was delicate and firm, radiating a jade-like glow. Her waist was slender, her buttocks full and pert
, her legs long and shapely, her feet perfectly proportioned, and her skin fair and very pleasing to the eye. Jiaming stared blankly for a moment before saying,
"Mom, I'll begin..."
"Okay, go wash your hands..."
Just then, a text message arrived on his phone: "Don't do anything reckless, or you'll be punished!" Jiaming blushed, washed his hands,
poured some gua sha oil on one side of his mother-in-law's spine, and picked up the gua sha tool, scraping downwards in the same direction
.
Wanqing was indeed exhausted; after only a few scrapes, petechiae appeared. A thick, bloody scratch marked her back,
a stark contrast to the surrounding fair skin. After scraping one side, Jiaming
repeated the process on the other side. He knew some traditional Chinese medicine and knew that scraping time should not be too long to avoid injuring the patient.
Seeing that the petechiae had mostly appeared, he stopped the scraping and wiped away any remaining oil with a towel.
Once the petechiae appeared, Wanqing immediately felt much more relaxed, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her body.
"Are you feeling better?" Jiaming asked softly.
"Much better, but my body is still a little tight, like there's a tightness in my chest..."
"Then...would you like me to massage your back?"
When Wanqing heard her son-in-law say he wanted to massage her back, she immediately thought of
the phone call she had with her daughter that night in Chongqing. She thought that seeing how comfortable her daughter looked, her son-in-law's technique must be quite good, right? Well, let him massage her, and she
could take the opportunity to enjoy it too. Suddenly, she remembered that her daughter's comfort wasn't because of the massage, but because of "that thing"
... Thinking of this, Wanqing felt incredibly ashamed, as if her son-in-law was about to use the same method he used to massage her daughter
to "massage" her. But her son-in-law had already offered, he must just want to do his filial duty, he shouldn't have any other intentions,
why should she overthink it
? Did Jiaming have "other intentions"? To say no would be hypocritical; to say yes, that wouldn't be entirely true either.
It was only natural for a son-in-law to massage his mother-in-law's back and shoulders to show his filial piety when she wasn't feeling well. However, at this moment,
Jiaming vaguely felt the mentality of a small-time vendor, wanting to earn whatever he could.
He realized how sordid this thought was and regretted having such improper thoughts, lest he tarnish his mother-in-law's reputation. Just as he was about to change
his mind, his mother-in-law's reply surprised him.
She softly replied, "Hmm, then... give me a massage! Don't be too rough..."
Jiaming's mouth dropped open, unable to believe it. What a day! Such good fortune!
Knowing his mother-in-law was still ill, he shouldn't take advantage of her, but the opportunity was too rare; if he missed it, he might
never have another. Having made up his mind, he disregarded the sordidness and said, "Mom, do you have any essential oils?
Applying some can relieve fatigue, and the effect will be better."
"Yes, on the dressing table..."
Jiaming took the essential oils, trying to suppress his excitement, poured some into his hands, rubbed it together, and then placed it on
his mother-in-law's shoulders, starting to massage. Gua sha has a time limit, but back pinching doesn't; you can pinch for as long as you want.
Of course, Jiaming wasn't that lewd, only thinking about taking advantage of his mother-in-law. Curing her illness and making her
feel more comfortable was still his main task.
His hands touched a warm, smooth, and tender surface, like white jade or a peeled egg. Jiaming couldn't bear to let go.
His technique was very skillful, cleverly avoiding the gua sha areas, only moving his hands over the fair skin. He
pressed all the acupoints on his shoulders, arms, and waist, finally stopping at two shallow depressions slightly above his buttocks.
He placed his eight fingers on his sides, and his two thumbs pressed against the depressions, kneading them in circles from the inside out, slightly
increasing the pressure.
"Mom, is the pressure enough?"
"Hmm! It's alright, you can use a little more force...hmm..."
The son-in-law's technique was excellent, using a variety of methods such as pressing, rubbing, pushing, grasping, kneading, pinching, rubbing, hitting, trembling, tapping, knocking, and rolling.
His fingers were also very strong, and with each pinch and release, Wan Qing couldn't help but groan in pleasure.
The mother-in-law's groans made Jiaming's scalp burn, as if he were back in the midst of a "fierce battle" with his wife. So, he
prepared to reveal all his secrets and use all his skills to make his mother-in-law feel completely comfortable. He thought of sitting on her back, which would make it easier
to apply pressure, and his own weight could also have a pressing effect, allowing her to better relax her tense muscles. But
doing so would be too abrupt and could easily cause his mother-in-law to misunderstand, so she asked, "Mom, I want to get on the bed...oh no...
can I ride you...no no...I mean, it might be easier to massage if I sit on your back..." Jiaming was probably out of
his mind, his words were incoherent, and his speech was full of mistakes.
When Wanqing first heard her son-in-law want to "go to bed," she was already incredibly embarrassed. Hearing him say
he wanted to "ride" her, she was even more at a loss for words, mumbling a vague reply.
Her mother-in-law's voice was soft, but Jiaming heard it clearly and was overjoyed: "Mom, wait a minute, I'll be right back
!" He hurriedly left the bedroom.
Wanqing waited for her son-in-law to "ride" her, but he left, seemingly gone. She turned her head to look at the door, waiting for
his return. A moment later, her son-in-law rushed back. Seeing his attire, Wanqing blushed and secretly cursed, "
So many tricks for a back massage, you rascal!" She quickly turned her face away.
It turned out Jiaming had gone back to his room to change into shorts. Long pants were cumbersome, making it inconvenient to spread his legs, and the rough fabric
of jeans might hurt her mother-in-law's delicate skin—it would be a waste! Shorts were made of soft material,
which would be more comfortable against her skin.
Jiaming straddled his mother-in-law, gently sitting on the area where her waist and hips met. He didn't dare sit all the way down, worried that his weight would hurt her.
This position was strenuous; he could endure it for a while, but it was hard to say how long it would last.
Wanqing felt that her son-in-law's weight was very light, knowing that he was worried about hurting her, and felt grateful. She said, "Jiaming
, sit down, I can take it, it's okay..."
Jiaming then sat down, but not on her waist. Instead, he moved back and sat on her buttocks. As soon as he sat down, he immediately
felt a strong counterforce pressing against his buttocks. His mother-in-law's well-defined buttocks felt like two large,
thick cushions, plump and full of elasticity.
Oh! His son-in-law's buttocks are so firm! And the shape is good too. No wonder his eyes kept glancing there unconsciously
. It really wasn't just "all show and no substance." Compared to its magnificent appearance, its "inner" performance was even more
satisfying. Hmm, he could give it 99 points, minus one point because it was wearing pants... hehe! Wanqing started
joking around, forgetting that she was still ill.
Jiaming didn't pay much attention to the feeling on her buttocks, poured some more essential oil, and
pushed it along both sides of his mother-in-law's waist towards her armpits. When he reached near her armpits, his palms inevitably touched the outer edges of her breasts. Although it was only
a small area, he could clearly feel that the skin there was completely different from the rest of her body—delicate,
smooth, and full.
The son-in-law's fingers didn't dare linger there, only pressing it a couple of times before moving away. But Wanqing
couldn't help but tremble slightly. At this moment, she didn't know what to feel—pleasure? shyness? embarrassment
? Or perhaps a combination of all three? It was impossible.
After finally finishing massaging her upper body, Jiaming's forehead was slightly sweaty. Massage couldn't have exhausted him to
this extent; the main reason was probably nervousness. Jiaming reluctantly moved his hand away from his mother-in-law's buttocks.
As soon as her son-in-law moved away, Wanqing immediately felt a strong sense of weightlessness. The weight suddenly
disappeared, leaving her feeling empty.
"Mom, are you comfortable?"
"Mmm, not bad!"
"Let me massage your feet. You must be tired from walking so much the past few days!"
"Okay! Jiaming, are you tired? Why don't you rest for a while and I'll massage you later?"
"It's okay, it's nothing. As long as you're feeling better, don't worry about me! Mom, why don't you... turn over?
It'll be easier to massage that way."
"This... okay then, turn around, and don't peek..."
At the mention of "peek," Wanqing couldn't help but blush, as if her son-in-law had already seen her from the front
. She turned over and pulled the sheet over her upper body: "Okay."
Jiaming turned around and saw that his mother-in-law had already covered herself with the sheet, but the sheet was very thin, and his mother-in-law's full breasts
created a large "double tent," with two pointed protrusions clearly visible. Her thighs were straight and smooth like jade pillars
, but what attracted his attention most were her feet. They were as tender as the heart of a cabbage, their proportions—fat, thin, wide, and long—
perfectly matched with her legs and figure, as if made by nature. Her ten toes were delicately shaped like scallions, their tips slightly
curled inwards, like ten shy, unmarried maidens. Even her toenails were neatly trimmed.
Jiaming couldn't understand how such feet had traversed such a long and rugged
mountain path.
He didn't rush to massage her feet, but first pounded her legs, then switched to pressing. When he pressed her inner thighs,
his mother-in-law instinctively parted her legs slightly, exposing her crotch completely to his view. Even though her trousers covered her, they were
tight, revealing the outline of her private parts, swollen like a small hill, with a thin slit in the middle. He knew what it was
, of course. His hand couldn't help but reach there, but if he touched it, it would be troublesome. He gritted his teeth, forcibly
withdrawing his hand, moving away from that spot, and dared not look again.
He turned his attention to his mother-in-law's feet, his hands trembling as he grasped them, placing them on his lap, his eyes filled
with reverence, as if he were holding them as totems of worship, adoring and captivated by them, unable to extricate himself.
A strange change occurred in his other body as well; he became erect, pressing against his mother-in-law's heels.
Seeing no movement for a long time, Wanqing looked up. Her son-in-law was holding her feet, lost in thought.
Her soft, white soles and toes must have captivated him again! By this time, her sense of shame had completely vanished. Her son-in-law's
frequent touches had exhausted her shyness, leaving only pride—pride in the fact that her feet had captivated him.
But after a while, she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, so she softly called to her son-in-law, "Jiaming, Jiaming..."
Jiaming only snapped out of his daze when he heard her call, realizing his lapse in decorum. His face flushed red to his ears, and when he looked down,
he was even more alarmed—his groin was bulging. Luckily, his mother-in-law's feet blocked her view, preventing her from seeing the strange
change; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to explain himself even if he had a mouth. He calmed himself, cleared his mind of distractions, applied some essential oil
to his mother-in-law's feet, and focused intently on giving her a foot massage.
The soles of the feet have many acupoints, and the physiological reflex zones of various parts of the body are concentrated there. Jiaming increased the pressure of his massage
, allowing these areas to receive sufficient stimulation to achieve the best therapeutic effect.
Legend has it that women have a specific reflex zone on their feet, near the acupoint Dadun between the big toe and second toe. Pressing
this area with a little force, or even licking it with the tongue, can arouse a woman's desire, giving her
a sensation similar to the pleasure and shame of digging into the vagina with fingers. The harder the pressure, the stronger the pleasure, potentially leading to
orgasm. Jiaming had heard of this before, but only with skepticism; he hadn't
verified its veracity. Now, massaging his mother-in-law, he had no particular thoughts, let alone the idea of licking her toes.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but rather that he dared not, at least not now. He methodically massaged her feet, starting from the heel, moving from one area
to another, diligently focusing on relieving her fatigue and promoting blood circulation. However, he was so thorough that he
spent a considerable amount of time on each spot.
Unexpectedly, this led to a pleasant surprise. When Jiaming massaged the area around the Dadun acupoint, he somehow used
a new massage technique—scraping and stroking. He used the pad of his middle finger to scrape and stroke the area from light to heavy, from slow to fast.
While it didn't have the same effect as the tongue, it wasn't far off.
Wanqing involuntarily shivered, goosebumps rising all over her body, a sensation that was both sore and numb, yet also pleasurable—exactly like
the feeling she had under the sheets that night. As the stimulation intensified, her lower body began to leak fluid, becoming wet, seeping through
her underwear and soaking into her yoga shorts, slowly spreading out to form a "beach." Wanqing instinctively squeezed her thighs together
, praying that her son-in-law was focused on the massage and wouldn't notice.
Jiaming was diligently giving his mother-in-law a foot massage, completely unaware of the physiological changes she was experiencing.
He assumed he had stimulated a nerve, causing her to involuntarily twitch, and foolishly asked,
"Mom, is it comfortable? Should I use a little more pressure?"
Little did he know that his seemingly ordinary question could be the death knell for his mother-in-law! Wanqing was caught in a dilemma,
unable to answer or remain silent, so she simply mumbled a vague "Mmm" to brush it off.
However, Jiaming misunderstood, thinking his mother-in-law wanted him to apply more pressure, so he increased the force and speed of his massage.
Wanqing was now in deep trouble. The harder her son-in-law massaged, the stronger the stimulation to her genitals, and
the more fluid she produced. The "mudflat" instantly turned into a "swamp," threatening to expand into a vast "ocean." Seeing that the "dike
" had already breached, and that a "flood disaster" was inevitable if no remedial measures were taken, Wanqing, in a moment of urgency, loudly
called out to her son-in-law to stop: "Alright, alright, Jiaming, stop...stop massaging!"
Jiaming was taken aback; why was she telling him to stop when he was doing a good job? But his mother-in-law's words were law, and he dared not disobey, so he had no choice
but to stop. Seeing that his mother-in-law was breathing rapidly, he thought he hadn't done it well and had hurt her, so he hurriedly asked with concern, "What's
wrong, Mom? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no...it's very good. Are you tired? Why don't you rest for a while?"
Jiaming smiled and said, "It's okay! It won't tire me out!" Saying that, he started massaging again,
pinching his toes with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, then tightening and pulling upwards, making a crisp "thump" sound, and doing it to each of the ten toes in turn.
Wanqing tried to stop him, but it was too late. Fortunately, her son-in-law was no longer focused on that "critical" area, and the crisis
was basically over. She didn't say anything more and let him be. Water was still flowing down there, but
it had changed from a "rushing torrent" to a "babbling brook." A major flood was unlikely. Although the wetness had spread
a bit, thankfully her shorts were black, so her son-in-law probably wouldn't notice. Thinking this, Wanqing's tense nerves relaxed
a little.
Without the intense physical sensations, Wanqing's mood calmed down considerably, but she also felt a certain amount of
disappointment. The massage finally ended, and Wanqing hoped her son-in-law would get out of bed and leave quickly; otherwise, he might 　　smell something
if he stayed too long .
But her son-in-law stretched and didn't seem inclined to leave immediately. Her eyes darted around, and she quickly said,
"Jiaming, I'm hungry!"
"Hungry? Wait here, I'll get you a bowl of porridge!" When they
got to the kitchen, the porridge was cold. Jiaming turned on the stove to reheat it, then hurriedly took it to his mother-in-law
.
Back in the bedroom, his mother-in-law was just coming out of the bathroom, still in her pajamas. Seeing him, she blushed and didn't
dare look him in the eye. Jiaming's heart fluttered at his mother-in-law's shy demeanor, and he quickly served her the meat porridge with both hands: "Mom, your porridge!"
Seeing that his mother-in-law could walk so quickly and her complexion was much rosier, she was a completely different person from her previous sickly appearance
. Jiaming was very pleased. He never expected that his scraping and massage techniques were so skillful, that they could have
such a miraculous effect. Feeling proud, he wanted to hear his mother-in-law's praise, so he asked, "Mom, was the massage okay just now
? Are you feeling better?"
His mother-in-law was indeed feeling better and praised him a few times. Although it was only a few words, it was enough to make Jiaming feel like he was floating
on air.
His mother-in-law's praise spurred Jiaming's desire to show off. He said, "Mom, why don't you take a nap? I'll get
you some traditional Chinese medicine to help you recover. You'll be better in a couple of days."
Wanqing wanted to say that she didn't need the medicine, but she was also eager for him to leave so he wouldn't discover her embarrassing moment
. She could use this opportunity to get rid of him, so she nodded in agreement.
Around noon, An'an got off work and returned home. The first thing she did was go to see her mother. Entering the bedroom,
An'an saw her mother leaning against the headboard, flipping through a sketchbook her son-in-law had made for her. An'an softly called out, "Sister!"
Wanqing looked up and saw her daughter. "Girl, you're off work?"
"Yes, are you feeling better?"
"I took a nap, I'm much better.
" "I'm sorry, sister, I had an important meeting this morning and couldn't come back to take care of you. You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Silly girl, it's nothing serious, just a little tired. Jiaming's here, it'll be alright."
"Did he give you gua sha?"
Wanqing blushed and whispered, "Yes..."
"Oh, that's good. Shall I give you a massage?"
"Sure, let's do it after dinner. It's almost dinnertime, go check on Jiaming, see if dinner's ready."
An'an went to the kitchen, where her husband was humming a tune as he cooked and prepared medicine.
"What are you doing? You seem to be in a good mood!"
"Honey, you're back! Did you go see Mom?"
"Yes, she's much better now. Honey, you did a great job! Here, have a reward." An'an leaned forward and
kissed her husband on the cheek.
"I got some traditional Chinese medicine for Mom to take care of her; she was really exhausted." Jiaming seized the opportunity
to boast to his wife.
"Hmm, honey, you're so thoughtful. You're a good son-in-law. Here, another kiss!" An'an didn't hold back, giving
her husband plenty of face. After rewarding her husband, she changed her tune and asked slyly, "Honey, you
didn't do anything wrong when you gave Mom a gua sha treatment, did you? Did you try anything else, like taking advantage of her?"
"Look at what you're saying! What kind of person do you take me for! I'm a healer, I know exactly what I'm doing, unlike you with your
wicked intentions. Besides, she's our mother! What are you thinking? Do you really want me to cause trouble
?"
"Get lost! Who's being wicked? Who's really wanting me to? If I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything. Why explain so much? It's like
trying to hide something! Hey, what's for lunch? Is it ready yet? I'm starving!"
"Noodles with soybean paste and meat pies. You go with Mom, I'll call you when it's ready. Don't go to work this afternoon, take a day off and
stay home with her. She's..."
"Alright, alright, stop nagging! I've already taken leave, do you need to remind me?
Hurry up!"
An'an went to accompany her mother.
Dinner was served, but Wanqing refused to come out, asking her daughter to take the noodles to her room.
Jiaming also wanted to see his mother-in-law, but hesitated because of his wife. He kept craning his
neck to peek into her room, but the door was half-open, and he couldn't see anything. He could only hear the mother and daughter talking and laughing intermittently, making
him curious about what they were saying and whether they were talking about him.
After the mother and daughter finished eating, An'an called her husband to clear the dishes, but wouldn't let him in. She told him to stand outside the door,
hand him the dishes herself, and then slammed the door shut without ceremony.
On the bed, An'an massaged her mother's back. She had learned some techniques from her husband, and her technique was quite good, making her mother
feel comfortable. After massaging for a while, she suddenly asked, "Sister, how's my massage? It's
comparable to your son-in-law's, right?"
"Hmm... ah, what? About the same, he's a bit stronger... a little more to the left, yes, that's it...
a little more pressure, hmm, comfortable!" Wanqing, her eyes closed, was immersed in enjoyment, completely unaware that her daughter was trying to trick
her.
That damned bug, still saying he didn't do anything else! An'an was angry that her husband had kept it from her, but then she
thought that he was only doing this to avoid misunderstandings; she was always so fierce to him, of course he was afraid. Besides,
her husband was massaging her mother, not some other woman, so at least the "fertile water" hadn't leaked out. Thinking this, she felt relieved
and focused on massaging her mother's back.
After about fifteen minutes, seeing that her mother had fallen asleep, she thought that her mother had just recovered and needed more rest, so
she covered her with a sheet, kissed her cheek, and then went to the bathroom to relieve herself. Just as she was about to leave after finishing, she
saw her mother's discarded underwear in the laundry basket, with a large wet stain on it. She immediately realized that it must have been used...
An'an blushed as her mother gushed while she was massaging her back at noon. "Damn!
She gets this wet just from a back massage? What will she be like during 'that' time?" she thought. At the same time, she was jealous of her mother's profuse flow; it was almost as much as her own two nights
combined! "What a...slutty old woman!" An'an chuckled inwardly and left her mother's bedroom.
Back in her own room, her husband was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. An'an
pounced on him like a tigress, pinching and biting him wildly until he cried out for help.
After a while, An'an released him and interrogated him fiercely: "Tell me honestly,
what else did you do while you were getting gua sha?"
"What did I do? Nothing..." Jiaming denied it outright, but his guilty conscience made him sound weak.
Seeing his wife raise her "tiger claws" again, he knew she definitely knew. It seemed he couldn't hide it anymore, so he confessed to
what happened that morning, but he didn't dare mention changing his pants, sitting on her bottom, or getting his feet massaged.
An'an finally let go of her husband, saying, "Well, you're smart. How was it? Giving a beautiful woman a back massage, wasn't it great? Come on,
give me one too."
"Wife, aren't you angry?"
"What's there to be angry about? It's not like I'm massaging some other woman, silly! Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, massage
me the way my mom massages me."
"Alright! Wife, take off your clothes, I'll give you something special!" Jiaming grinned mischievously,
emphasizing the word "special.
" An'an blushed and spat, "You bastard! All you ever think about is this, how did I end up marrying such a lecherous
husband!" She reached out and pinched a piece of her husband's forehead, then began to take off her clothes.
In the blink of an eye, the couple were completely naked, like two big white radishes. Jiaming made his wife lie down, spread her out
in a starfish shape, and began to kiss her shapely buttocks.
"Lecherous husband, I told you to massage my back, why are you licking my butt?" An'an murmured, but didn't stop her husband.
"You don't know, do you? This is what makes you special, so enjoy it!"
After licking her buttocks, Jiaming parted his wife's buttocks to expose her anus. It hadn't been touched for several days, and she
was probably angry, pouting and ignoring him with an arrogant air.
"Good girl, Daddy's here to pamper you. Don't ignore Daddy, come on, smile, smile!"
An'an was amused by her husband, chuckling and pinching her nose, she said coquettishly, "Hmph, you haven't come
to love me for days, bad Daddy, I'm ignoring you!" She then forcefully shoved her anus, making it bulge out like an angry
girl's pouting lips.
Jiaming was overjoyed at the sight of her anus. Without caring that it hadn't been washed, he devoured the pouting
little "lip," his tongue gently teasing the center of her anus, drool dripping onto his wife's buttocks. His hands weren't idle either; his middle finger
inserted into her vagina, probing and digging at her G-spot. After digging for a while, seeing that it was almost time, and his wife's vagina was already dripping with lustful fluids, he
mounted his horse, ready to thrust straight in.
Seeing her husband about to begin, An'an quickly tightened her hips and swayed to stop him, saying, "Wait, husband,
I'll give you something special!"
"Special? What special could you possibly do?"
"Don't underestimate me. Just because you're well-endowed doesn't mean others aren't. Don't ask so many questions, just lie down!"
Jiaming lay down with a mixture of belief and doubt, his large glans pointing directly at the ceiling. He wanted to see
what his wife's "goods" were really like.
An'an certainly had "goods," and they were very special, so special that her husband could never have imagined it. She mimicked
her mother's tone and spoke to the large glans: "Good son-in-law, you've been giving Mom a scraping and back massage today,
you've worked so hard! Come on, Mom will reward you properly. Oh, why are you spitting everywhere? That's naughty! You need to be hygienic,
you can't spit anywhere. Don't do that again, understand? Come on, Mom will suck the saliva off you!" As she spoke, she opened her mouth and licked
the water off the glans, her tongue flicking into the urethral opening, licking it gently for a while, then pried it open and continued: "Hmm,
your little head is so obedient, you're not spitting anymore, so good! What? What did you say? Speak louder, Mom can't hear you,
huh? What..."
"I want to eat your saliva too!" Jiaming couldn't help but shout.
An'an slapped her husband's buttocks in annoyance: "Get lost! I'm talking to my son-in-law, what's it to you
? Go cool off somewhere else! My dear son-in-law, Mom isn't talking about you, it's your brother who's bad, Mom's scolding him! Hmm, you want to eat
Mom's saliva too? Okay, Mom will give you some, but Mom's saliva is a bit plentiful and sticky, don't choke, come on
, Mom's saliva is here!" As she spoke, she lifted her buttocks, rubbing her vulva against his glans, smearing it with her vaginal fluid, and
asked, "Does Mom's saliva taste good?" "Is it sweet or not?" "It's salty, hehe. Mom had noodles with soybean paste for lunch, so it's
a bit salty. What? You don't like it? Then next time when we eat noodles, Mom won't put soybean paste in it, but sweet sauce instead. That way you
can have something sweet. Just make do with it this time!"
Jiaming was aroused by his wife's conversation with his glans, and could no longer restrain himself. He pushed his wife down, roughly
spread her legs, and thrust in hard, panting heavily through his nose, as if he were really fucking his mother-in-law
.
An'an patted her husband's back gently, like patting a baby who had vomited, and whispered in his ear, "Silly son-in-law, take it easy
. Are you afraid Mom will run away? Mom's here. Mom's not going anywhere. I'll stay with my precious son-in-law from now
until tonight! Hmm... baby, tell Mom, is Mom's pussy soft... compared to your wife's, which is softer?
Mom's soft... then fuck me well... oh ho... good baby... good son-in-law... fuck Mom until she's over,
fuck her until the sky falls... oh ho..."
"Soft... Mom, your pussy is so soft... fuck you until you're over... son-in-law is so lucky, huff huff..." Jiaming was vigorous and powerful
, fucking her until they were dizzy and disoriented. At this moment, he could fuck his mother-in-law, or even the Queen Mother of the West herself,
until she was over...
After a few rounds of drinks and a variety of dishes, they were full and ready to have a heart-to-heart talk.
Jiaming, drenched in sweat and trembling, ejaculated, utterly exhausted. He pulled his penis from his wife's vagina,
feeling completely drained, and lay dizzy in her arms, listening to her sing: "...
I fell in love with someone I would give my all for, I thought this was the world I was looking for..."
After she finished singing, An'an lovingly wiped the sweat from her husband's brow, kissed him, and softly said, "Silly..."
"Honey, is it comfortable, hmm? Let's do this every time from now on, okay?"
"Hmm, you're so good to me, I...I..."
"Shh~ Don't talk, sleep, I understand you! Mommy loves you!"
An'an patted her husband's back again and softly sang:
Sleep, sleep, my dear baby,
Mommy's hands gently rock you,
the cradle rockes you to sleep,
the night is quiet, the blankets are so warm.
Sleep, sleep, my dear baby,
Mommy's arms will always protect you,
everything in the world, sleep well,
all the warmth belongs to you.
Sleep, sleep, my dear baby,
Mommy loves you, Mommy likes you,
a bouquet of lilies, a bouquet of roses,
when you wake up, Mommy will give them all to you
...

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