【If Heaven Has Feelings】(46)

Chapter 46
"Aunt Mei, I guess I won't stay for dinner. My mother is waiting for me at home." I
quickly told Mei Yu beforehand that she wanted me to stay.
"Xiao Yan, don't rush, sit down for a while. It's still early." Mei Yu's voice was gentle,
but her words had an undeniable firmness that made it impossible to refuse. I had no choice but to sit back down.
After Mei Yu closed the study door, she first went to the screen and beckoned me over. Only then did I notice
another door in the corner of the study. A sliding wooden lattice door made of cedar planks covered with paper was pushed open, revealing a small room of about ten square meters inside.
The walls were all pure white and undecorated. A round lamp made of bamboo paper hung from the ceiling, its soft
light casting a mysterious and tranquil glow on the square room.
The indoor floor was covered with a slightly higher mat than the outdoor one. Stepping onto the cool floor in only my socks, I
noticed a bronze beast-shaped cauldron in the corner, with a lion statue—I couldn't tell if it was a Pixiu or something else—squatting there. Mei
Yu poked around in the beast's mouth with a bronze rod, and immediately a rich fragrance wafted out. The
scent invigorated me, making my senses of smell and touch seem heightened.
In the center of the room stood an elegantly shaped rosewood tea table, surrounded by several flesh-colored cushions.
Mei Yu sat gracefully on one of the cushions, kneeling on both knees. I imitated her posture and sat down opposite her
.
A set of elegant and antique-style tea utensils was already laid out on the tea table. Mei Yu rolled up her sleeves slightly, revealing
two jade-like wrists as white as snow. In one hand, she held a large-bellied purple clay teapot, pouring boiling water from it onto
the teapot and teacups in the purple clay tea tray. The exquisitely crafted teacups were only three fingers in size, all made of fine blue and white porcelain.
The tea set, after being warmed, emitted a slight steam. Mei Yu set the teapot aside, picked up a small white porcelain jar decorated with boudoir paintings
of ladies, and used a small silver spoon to scoop out some long, emerald-green tea leaves,
filling the purple clay teapot about two-thirds full. Then she picked up the teapot again and poured boiling water in until it was full.
"Xiao Gao, how is your mother lately? I haven't seen her for quite some time, I miss her terribly," Mei Yu
asked casually while intently arranging the tea set in her hands.
"Hmm, not bad. She kept saying she wanted to come see you, but I knew it might not be convenient for you right now, so
I persuaded her not to. Oh, and Mom asked me to give you her regards." Although I didn't understand what Mei Yu meant,
I still answered carefully. Of course, my relationship with my mother now is beyond just being "good";
it's practically inseparable.
Mei Yu used a bamboo chopstick to scrape the tea cool, but she didn't use the teapot itself. Instead, she poured it into a large
tea pitcher next to her, leaving only the unfurled tea leaves in the pot.
She then lifted the pot to eyebrow level and tilted it downwards. The steaming water
flowed down the spout like a white ribbon, directly into the small opening of the teapot. From beginning to end, her slender hand did not
tremble at all, and not a single drop of hot water splashed out. It steadily poured into the pot, causing the emerald green tea leaves to swirl in the water
.
"Seeing you and your son having such a lively time together makes me so happy," Mei Yu said with a touch of melancholy.
I could only remain silent. The Yang family's current situation made a lively atmosphere impossible, and I didn't want to
rub salt in their wounds .
"Aunt Mei, good people are always protected by heaven. Uncle Yang's case will be over soon. I think the legal team is
about 70-80% confident," I couldn't help but say, seeing the sadness on Mei Yu's face.
"Thank you, but I've been in the legal profession for too long. In this circle, there
's no such thing as 100% certainty. Even with 99%, unexpected things can still happen,"
Mei Yu shook her head meaningfully. She added, "Sometimes, even with 100%, if you encounter
some external factors, you're helpless."
I fell silent again. Although I had a thousand urges to help her, while I'm capable of fighting and killing
, I truly didn't know where to begin when faced with such complex legal issues.
By this time, the water in the teapot had reached the rim. Mei Yu covered the teapot with the lid, then continued to rinse the lid with boiling water while warming
the pot, ensuring the temperature inside and outside remained the same. Every movement she made was so gentle and efficient,
and her focused expression was filled with a beauty that inspired awe.
"It's quite unexpected that your Uncle Yang's case has reached this point.
I'm not surprised that the prosecution was able to dig up these confessions, but
it's rare to see someone like Century Huitong proactively confessing to bribery."
"Moreover, the contract that Gu Yue from Century Huitong produced, with its written word and the signature of the parties involved,
is extremely powerful evidence in court. If we can't invalidate this contract,
our case is basically hopeless."
I nodded in agreement. I had thought of this while listening in that afternoon, but Mei Yu seemed so
confident, so I didn't dare to ask.
Mei Yu rinsed the teacups with boiling water from the warming pot, then rinsed them again with the old tea from the original tea pitcher
. She then lifted the teapot, hovering it near the tea pitcher, and began to pour it around it in a circular motion, slightly tilting it.
A rich, fragrant tea slowly poured into the pitcher. I guessed she did this to prevent
water from leaking from the bottom of the teapot into the pitcher and causing the flavor to transfer.
"Let's not go into the specific details of this contract for now. You heard it this afternoon:
the only way to invalidate this contract is to prove that it was used to pay Vera Su's design fees."
"Hmm, I remember Vera Su is Uncle Yang's good friend. Having her help Uncle Yang should
n't be a problem, right?" I asked tentatively, seeing Mei Yu gradually steer the conversation towards the crucial point.
Mei Yu laid the two teacups out in a row, then lifted the tea pitcher and poured the tea in a circular motion, but she
poured in little by little each time, not filling the small teacups all at once.
"Hehe, what I said to the legal team this afternoon was actually to reassure them, so that they wouldn't
go to court with a fear in their hearts."
Mei Yu spoke, but her slender hands moved with practiced ease, carefully adding
tea to both cups one drop at a time until the tea was evenly poured and of uniform strength, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.
"So, Vera Su's situation isn't entirely secure?" I slowly began to understand, but Mei
Yu's initial performance had been flawless; even I hadn't noticed anything amiss.
"It's not just not secure; we haven't even seen her yet," Mei Yu said calmly. She gracefully raised
one teacup and offered it to me, indicating I could taste it.
But she didn't immediately taste it herself. Instead, she brought the cup to her nose, her delicate nostrils twitching slightly as she
inhaled the aroma, seemingly immersed in its fragrance.
"How could this be? Could it be that Vera Su is refusing to help and is deliberately hiding?" I
took the teacup from Mei Yu and held it to my face, asking curiously.
"This story begins in the beginning. We've known Vera Su for over a decade," Mei Yu
said slowly, holding her teacup. Her beautiful eyes were slightly unfocused, as if lost in memories.
"Vera Su is a little older than me. Her father was originally a high-ranking military officer in the Republic, but her
mother was a wealthy overseas Chinese heiress with a vast fortune in Southeast Asia. Shortly after the founding of the People's Republic, the domestic
political situation changed drastically. Due to her mother's background and overseas connections, her father suffered greatly in politics and his career during that turbulent period.
For his wife's safety, he tried every means to
send his wife and daughter abroad. Therefore, she grew up on the West Coast of the United States. It wasn't until that shocking
incident that they were able to return to China to visit relatives and reunite as a family that they were able to. My husband's father and her grandfather
were both graduates of the fourth class of the Whampoa Military Academy, and the two families have always had a good relationship. So, Vera Su met my husband when she was six years old
."
"Later, when she was about to enter high school, China began its reform and opening up and economic development. Her parents
peacefully separated for various reasons. After the divorce, her mother took her to settle in the United States. She
studied in the US and, after graduating from Cornell University, began her career in architectural design. With her talent, she
quickly became an internationally renowned designer. However, she has a somewhat peculiar temperament, and
it's difficult to get her to work on most design projects. My husband was only able to get her to work on a project because of our family's close relationship." Mei Yu slowly
recounted this story. Although her tone and expression didn't reveal much, I had a feeling that Vera Su
and her husband were more than just ordinary friends. This explained why Mei Yu
seemed hesitant when mentioning Vera Su.
"The problem lies in her eccentricities. I don't know what anti-establishment school of thought she was influenced by during her university years
, but since then she's become hostile to all achievements of modern civilization. Not only do her projects use only traditional building materials and
construction techniques, but she also rejects all modern products in her daily life. Therefore, she doesn't use a phone or have
an email address; no one can reach her except her assistant."
"If this person can't be found, what about Uncle Yang's case?" I understood the implication in Mei Yu's words
.
"So, I'm here today to ask you for a favor." Mei Yu raised her head, her beautiful, intelligent
eyes meeting mine.
"What is it, Aunt Mei? Please tell me." I met Mei Yu's gaze without flinching, fully displaying my
determination and confidence.
"During this time, I finally managed to contact Vera Su's assistant through many connections. We went to
great lengths to get him to reveal that Vera Su is currently vacationing in Shangri-La, Yunnan. But he can't
smooth things over for us, and besides, I don't trust a stranger with this matter. So..." Mei
Yu began to explain, pausing at this point.
"You want me to find Vera Su and persuade her to testify for Uncle Yang." I basically understood
Mei Yu's idea and took the initiative to continue her sentence.
Mei Yu stared at me with great expectation in her beautiful eyes and slowly nodded.
I raised the teacup to my lips but hesitated, a sense of unease
creeping over me. Normally, if Mei Yu were to so earnestly ask for my help, I would never refuse, and I genuinely wanted to do something for her.
However, I had recently crossed that line with my mother, and we were currently in a very sweet phase.
Asking me to leave my mother at home and go out alone was difficult to bear. This made me indecisive
, and I pondered for a long time.
"Aunt Mei knows this might be difficult for you, but after much consideration, I couldn't find a suitable person
, so I had no choice but to ask you."
"Hmm, I was thinking, with your status and eloquence, wouldn't it be better for you to negotiate with Vera Su?"
I asked cautiously, looking into Mei Yu's eyes.
"Hehe, if only that were possible," Mei Yu smiled self-deprecatingly and shook her head.
"To tell you the truth, if I go to Vera Su, not only will I not be able to persuade her, I might not even
be able to see her."
"Why? Isn't Vera Su a long-time friend of Uncle Yang's family? You should all be quite familiar with each other, right?"
I asked, voicing the question that had been lingering in my mind.
"Ah, it's this familiarity that's causing the trouble. I'm not afraid to laugh at you, but your Uncle Yang and Vera Su were childhood
sweethearts. She probably always harbored feelings for Uncle Yang. After we fell in love and got married, she reduced
her contact with the Yang family, and her attitude towards me has never been very good." A rare ripple appeared on Mei Yu's usually calm and composed face , as if mentioning Vera Su's name had touched upon 　　something
she didn't want to face in her memory . 　　 "So this is the crux of the matter. I can't communicate with her, and 　　I don't trust anyone else. The only one I can help is you." 　　 "Xiaoyan, you won't refuse Auntie, will you?" Mei Yu's words left me speechless. I unconsciously 　　avoided her clear, bright eyes, and discreetly raised the teacup to my lips for a sip. Unexpectedly, 　　 although the tea had lost its steam, it was still extremely hot. Before I knew it, I had swallowed half of it.

My lips and tongue were instantly burned, my mouth burning. Embarrassed to spit it out in front of Mei Yu, I could only
endure it, holding it in my mouth until it cooled. Although I tried my best to hide it, a pained expression crept onto my face.
Seeing my rather disheveled state, a faint smile appeared on Mei Yu's dignified face. She shook her head slightly
and said softly, "You were too rash. That's not how you drink tea."
Embarrassed, I moved my throat and swallowed the now lukewarm tea. Hearing Mei Yu's words,
I asked curiously, "I was too hasty and burned myself. Isn't tea meant to be drunk straight
down the throat? Is there some other way to drink tea?"
"The Way of Tea is a way of life using tea as a medium. Drinking is just one step. The purpose is
to achieve tranquility, peace of mind, nourishment of energy, and self-cultivation through tea tasting, ultimately reaching a state of 'tranquility, serenity, and non-action'
," Mei Yu said, gently shaking her head.
"The way you drank it just now, you were just treating tea as a thirst-quenching beverage. Wasn't that a waste of all my previous efforts
?"
"Well, I really don't know much about it. I didn't realize there were so many intricacies to drinking tea." I
shrugged a little sheepishly, apologizing.
"Ignorance is no excuse. Let me tell you how to appreciate tea." Mei Yu gently opened her lips and began to explain.
"A tea connoisseur must sit upright with a straight mind. If one's posture is not upright, one's mind is not straight, and one cannot truly understand the way of tea."
Hearing this, I immediately straightened my back, puffed out my chest, and tucked in my stomach. I
had practiced this kind of posture in the hospital room on Nanshan Island before. At the time, I didn't understand Uncle Wei's strict requirements, but I had still developed
a posture as straight as an arrow. Mei Yu saw this and nodded approvingly at me.
"There are four grades of tea. The first is its appearance," Mei Yu said, holding the teacup about a meter in front of her chest,
looking down with a radiant expression. I imitated her.
"The second is its aroma," I mimicked Mei Yu's movements, raising the teacup to my nose and inhaling deeply
. Indeed, a delicate fragrance filled the air, refreshing and invigorating.
"The third is its taste," Mei Yu then brought the teacup to her lips, but she only took a small sip
before closing her eyes in contemplation, as if savoring the ultimate pleasure.
Since I had already finished my tea, I could only watch Mei Yu's elegant posture
. Her slender neck was slightly raised, her snow-white neck without a single wrinkle, as if carved from jade
. Her thin lips were tightly closed, pale but still beautiful and captivating.
After Mei Yu finished sipping her tea, she opened her eyes and saw me staring at her blankly. She couldn't help but smile.
Seeing that my teacup was empty, she reached out and took it from me, casually handing me hers, saying softly,
"You can try some, if you don't mind that I drank from it."
I quickly said I wouldn't dare, and as I took the teacup, my hand brushed against Mei Yu's little finger. The touch was soft and smooth, and
my heart skipped a beat. But Mei Yu seemed oblivious, her clear, bright eyes simply gazing at me calmly.
I composed myself and held the teacup up to my eyes. Whether it was the warmth of the tea or the lingering
warmth of Mei Yu's delicate hand, the tea inside was a lovely green. There seemed to be a ring of lips around the rim of the white porcelain cup. I realized this ring
was left by Mei Yu's lips not long ago—wasn't this indirectly bringing my lips to hers? A sudden heat surged through me
, and I felt a hardness pressing against my crotch.
"The timing is crucial for tea tasting. If you miss the optimal temperature, the flavor is ruined, and you can't
enjoy it anymore. Don't hesitate,"
Mei Yu's cool voice reached my ears. I shuddered and quickly brought the teacup to my lips, taking a small sip.
A sweet, warm current flowed into my mouth, down my esophagus, and into my stomach, as if a thousand fairies were
singing to me. The tea's aroma carried a faint, elusive fragrance, reminding me of Mei Yu's petal
-like lips. My mouth felt full of saliva, the aroma lingering on my teeth and cheeks. Soon after, a wisp of smoke rose from my throat, leaving a
refreshing aftertaste, like a gentle breeze, making me feel relaxed and invigorated.
"The first three categories are appreciating Heaven, Earth, and Man. After appreciating these three elements, one must ultimately verify them in one's heart
. This fourth category is appreciating the heart," Mei Yu added, placing the teacup back on the table and naturally resting her hands on her knees
, closing her eyes in contemplation.
I, however, did not close my eyes as instructed, but instead focused on admiring the exquisite beauty before me. From
her long, slanted eyebrows to her delicate, exquisite nose, from her smooth, rounded forehead to her pointed, angular chin, from her
incredibly slender waist to her straight, long legs, every curve of her body was filled with the spirit of heaven and earth.
Because Mei Yu was kneeling on the prayer mat, her wide trouser legs revealed a section of her delicate, white feet,
truly as smooth as jade and as soft as satin. Even compared to her mother's jade feet, they were in no way inferior.
The skin on the instep was almost translucent white, faintly revealing the blue veins beneath. Her ten toes, carved from white jade, were clustered together like flower petals, and her
unadorned toenails shone a pale pink under the light.
After Mei Yu finished her contemplation, she opened her eyes, and her beautiful, glassy eyes swept across my face. An indescribable
impulse surged through my body. In that instant, I almost forgot everything else, only wanting to sit quietly
before her, immersed in the unparalleled beauty before me. I couldn't hear
what Mei Yu's cherry lips were saying; I only knew that I was willing to do anything for the owner of those beautiful eyes, even go through fire and water.
"Okay, I'm willing to go." I blurted out involuntarily, as if a little devil
was guiding me. Although my answer was a bit abrupt, Mei Yu didn't show any surprise. She just
gave a faint smile, her eyes seeming to say: I knew you would agree.
"I'll try my best, but since Vera Su is such a strange woman, can I really persuade
her?" I touched my throat, shifting my gaze from Mei Yu while suppressing the trembling in my lower body.
"Precisely because she's a woman, I need you to step in. No matter how strange she is, I think you'll find a way
. I believe you have a unique charm." Mei Yu's words were somewhat strange. It seemed unreal for her calm, plain
lips to praise a man, yet I truly heard her say it with my own ears.
So, does that mean even someone as worldly-wise and unfazed as her has moments of turmoil?
"Oh, what charm do I have? Aunt Mei, you overestimate me." I chuckled, shrugging in bewilderment.
"You have to trust Aunt Mei's judgment of men. You possess a maturity and certainty beyond your years, your eyes
filled with melancholy yet containing a burning intensity. I think few women can resist your gaze." At this point,
Mei Yu seemed to realize she had lost her composure; speaking to me like this in front of her seemed inappropriate for someone of her status. But a
strange feeling welled up within me, and my eyes locked onto her clear, bright eyes with intense intensity, catching
a fleeting moment of bewilderment in her almond-shaped gaze. However, she quickly composed herself and changed the subject.
"Didn't you see Jin'er? Ever since that incident, she's been indifferent to men, but when she's with
you, she becomes much more cheerful. I should thank you." Mei Yu used her daughter as
evidence, easily defusing the previous awkward situation, which relieved both of us.
"Aunt Mei, you flatter me. Little Jin is indeed very cute," I replied with a smile and a nod.
After the brief awkwardness between us was broken, Mei Yu no longer dared to meet my burning gaze. She gracefully
rose and went to the study, found a few books on the bookshelf against the wall, placed them in my hands, and
said earnestly, "Here are some collections of Vera Su's works, a collection of her own essays, and
some books on religious culture that she is interested in. Take them back and read them; knowing more will help you when you talk to her."
I took the books, nodded, and suddenly remembered something, so I quickly said, "By the way, Aunt Mei, I have another
situation that might be difficult to resolve."
"What situation? Tell me."
"It's like this, I lost my ID when I went abroad, and I didn't rush to replace it after I came back. If I want to take
a plane, it might be a bit troublesome."
"Oh, this?" Mei Yu frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Don't worry, as long as I have a front-facing photo of your head
, I'll have someone help you get an ID card in the next few days. I've even bought your plane ticket; you just need to wait
for my notification."
I nodded. It was already late, so we went downstairs and found a white wall. Mei Yu took out a digital
SLR camera and took a few photos of my head. She probably already knew my birth date and such from my mother,
so getting an ID card should be easy for her, which solved a problem for me.
After taking the photos, Mei Yu wanted me to stay for dinner, but I declined, saying that my mother had already prepared a meal at home. Seeing that
I was very firm in my attitude, Mei Yu didn't insist, and I drove away from the Mei residence alone.
As soon as I entered the house, I smelled the aroma of food. Walking into the brightly lit dining room, I saw a table
laden with dishes: braised eel, braised pork belly, braised pork tripe, braised eel, braised chestnut
chicken, and more. Just then, the kitchen door opened, and my mother, wearing a floral apron and with her long, wine-red curly hair tied back
, greeted me happily, "Shitou, you're back!"
"Yes, I'm back, Mom." Seeing that familiar yet fresh and beautiful face,
a warm feeling welled up in my heart. The dazzling lights and chaos of the outside world couldn't diminish
this woman's place in my heart.
"Sit down quickly, have some food first. I'll get you some rice," my mother said, going into the kitchen
to bring out two steaming bowls of rice.
Whether it was because I was genuinely hungry or because my mother was there, I always felt that home-cooked food was the most
delicious, and I had a particularly good appetite.
"I thought you wouldn't be coming home for dinner today," Mom said, sitting down next to me to eat
.
"Of course I'll come home for dinner. I love Mom's cooking the most." My words clearly
made Mom very happy; her beautiful eyes were full of smiles. She busied herself putting food on my plate while
asking me about Mei Yu. I briefly explained the situation and mentioned that Mei Yu had asked me to help persuade Vera
Su.
"Shi Tou, do you really have to go to find this Su?" Mom seemed a little surprised by this, and
asked me hesitantly.
"Yes, I've already promised Aunt Mei." I noticed Mom's slight reluctance and added, "Mom,
don't worry, I'll be back in two or three days at most, and there won't be any danger."
"Oh, I see." Although Mom didn't say anything, I could tell from her tone that she
was still quite bothered by this.
Mom suddenly fell silent, her eyes fixed on the table. She absentmindedly picked up a grain of rice with her chopsticks,
but when she brought it to her mouth, she didn't put it in. The rice grain fell back into the bowl. The chopsticks in her hands seemed to weigh a ton,
and she couldn't lift them for a long time. She looked preoccupied.
Seeing this, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness. I put down my rice bowl, reached out and picked up my mother
's plump, delicate body, placing her on my lap. I held her gently and asked softly, "Mom, what's wrong?
Don't be sad, okay?"
My mother awkwardly brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, turned her head to the other side, bit her lower lip,
shook her head, and after a long while said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little... a little reluctant to see you leave."
The woman in my arms was very fragile. She had experienced too many life-and-death separations, which made her extremely insecure
. Now, she had just found a new support, just glimpsed the future and the direction of happiness, and she was afraid that all of this would be fleeting. She was like a pitiful little rabbit, extremely 　　uneasy
at the slightest disturbance . 　　 "Darling, don't worry, I won't leave you." I gently stroked her smooth, long, curly hair, 　　soothing her with the utmost tenderness. "You are my dearest, I want to hold you in my arms forever, and love you forever." 　　 I repeatedly expressed my love for my mother, and her trembling body gradually calmed down. Her fear 　　and anxiety slowly faded from her heart, but she kept her arms around my waist and pressed her face against my chest. I held her tightly 　　, comforting her with my body heat.

After a long while, Mom finally straightened up from my arms. She smoothed her slightly disheveled long hair and
smiled apologetically at me, saying, "It's all Mom's fault, I made sure you didn't get enough to eat."
I placed my hands on her incredibly slender waist and smiled, "It's okay, I'm already full."
Mom looked at my empty bowl and said seriously, "Not enough.
How can someone your age eat so little?" As she spoke, she reached for her half-full bowl and pointed at it, saying,
"You need to eat two bowls of rice, at least you have to finish mine too."
"Mom, I'm really okay, look how strong I am." To prove myself, I
cupped Mom's thighs and bottom with both hands, gently tossed her up, and then caught her again, repeating this three times, making
Mom scream repeatedly.
Besides her floral apron, Mom was wearing a purple cashmere bathrobe underneath. The bathrobe only reached
around her knees, and as I tossed her into the air, her long legs, clad in tight black stockings, danced and crossed
, from her plump, round buttocks to her delicate, slender heels, all encased in thin, sheer, smooth
black stockings, incredibly alluring under the light.
"Okay, okay, stop fooling around, be good, let's eat first, okay?" Mom finally sat up straight and quickly
pressed me down with her hand.
"I can eat, but you have to feed me," I teased playfully, opening my mouth as if
waiting.
Mom shook her head helplessly, and actually did as I said, picking up a spoon, scooping up a mouthful of rice, and gently
bringing it to my mouth. I opened my mouth to take it in, and with a slight push, sucked the rice into my mouth.
It was as if Mom had rediscovered the joy of feeding me when I was a child. She picked up a piece of fish, carefully removed
all the bones, and gently brought it to my mouth. Her loving expression was almost
identical to that of over a decade ago, except that when I was little, I sat on Mom's lap, and now she sat on my thighs
.
"Good boy, eat more. You've been so active these past few days, you need to replenish your energy." Mom's
words made me secretly chuckle. To others, her tone would only make them think that this loving mother doted on her
son. Who would have thought that this seemingly loving couple had been indulging in immoral sexual revelry these past two days? The so-called "active"
activity was indeed intense, but it was merely physical activity on Mom's body.
And so, in my mother's slender, white hands, I happily ate my rice and vegetables, bite by bite. Seeing that
my mother was almost finished with her bowl of rice, a sudden, whimsical thought crossed my mind. I reached out and grabbed a piece of Buddha's
Hand (a type of herbal tea), saying to my mother, "Mom, now it's my turn to feed you."
"What? Nonsense! What kind of son feeds his mother?" My mother,
who was focused on serving me, was taken aback by this unexpected move. She scolded me gently.
"Good girl, you should eat properly too. Open your mouth, ah—" Our roles instantly reversed.
I coaxed my mother to eat like an elder, treating her like a little girl. My mother
blushed, giving me a disapproving look, but obediently opened her cherry lips. Under the light
, between two rows of clean, white teeth, a bright red, smooth mouth was revealed to me. Remembering that narrow
passage had once held my enormous penis, my lower body hardened.
I gently placed the Buddha's Hand citron into my mother's mouth, watching it slide down her deep throat and disappear
into her esophagus. Instead of withdrawing my two fingers, I pressed down on her tongue, feeling the
soft, thick, and slippery flesh beneath my fingers. I couldn't help but stir it around in my mother's mouth, my two fingers wantonly playing
with her warm, greasy tongue.
My fingers danced wildly in my mother's moist mouth, and soon she was panting heavily,
her almond-shaped eyes brimming with desire. Her snow-white cheeks were flushed with a peach-like blush. Her fragrant tongue began to entwine with my fingers,
wrestling with them like a nimble snake. Her bright red lips tightened, a suction no less powerful than a honeypot gripping
my fingers. I pulled my fingers out slightly and then inserted them again, thrusting them in and out like a penis.
Stimulated by my fingers, my mother's mouth began to produce copious amounts of saliva. I felt as if my two fingers were immersed in a warm,
sticky liquid.
I played with my fingers in my mother's slippery, warm mouth for a long time, watching as
my fingers distorted her dignified and virtuous face. Clear liquid began to involuntarily overflow from the corners of her mouth, which were stretched open by my fingers.
Finally, I completely withdrew my fingers from her mouth. My mother, still somewhat unsatisfied,
licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.
"Mom, I thought you were already wet down there, but I didn't expect you were even wetter up there." I laughed and
held up my two fingers in front of my mother's eyes. Under the light, my fingers were covered in a clear liquid.
"Ugh, it's all your fault! Why did you stick your fingers in my mouth? It's so dirty!"
My mother scolded me shyly, grabbing my two fingers and wiping
the drool off with her apron.
"I'm just feeding you, Mom, have some more." I grinned and picked up the bowl again.
"Why do you keep urging me to eat? You know I need to lose weight." My mother brought out her
weight loss theory again.
"If you don't eat enough, how will you have the energy to do the exercises we love? As long as we exercise more
, you won't get fat." I tried to persuade my mother gently.
"Who wants to exercise with you? You're so vain—" Before Mom could finish speaking, I put a mouthful of rice in my mouth
and sealed her rosy lips with mine. I stuck my tongue into her tightly closed teeth and stirred it around, while simultaneously feeding
the rice into her mouth. Although Mom protested with squeaks and grunts from her nose, she
ultimately succumbed to my lewdness, swallowing the entire mouthful of rice and even
playing with my tongue.
"You brat, you're making it hard for me to breathe!" Mom pushed me away a little,
panting as she patted her heaving chest.
"I can't let you bully me all you want, Mom has to get her revenge too." My domineering attitude seemed to have ignited a desire for revenge in Mom
. She opened her cherry lips, took a mouthful of soup, and mimicked my actions, pressing her lips against mine. Then, she slowly fed
me the soup. This sensual revenge was exactly what I wanted, and without hesitation, I opened my mouth wide to meet
hers, drinking the soup with her saliva while simultaneously kissing her passionately.
We continued like this, our lips and teeth intertwined, licking each other, feeding each other with our saliva and tongues
. Actually, most of the time was spent on each other's tongues, but even so, we lingered for nearly half an
hour until Mom softly cried out that she was full and didn't want any more, finally separating our slightly sore tongues
.
After resting for a bit, Mom stood up to clear the dishes into the kitchen. I took them from her, saying,
"Mom, you worked hard cooking today, let me clean up."
My movements were gentle and considerate. Mom nodded, quite touched, and said, "Just put them in the sink
, I'll wash them tomorrow."
I ignored her instructions, pushed her towards the bedroom door, opened it, and
said, "Don't talk nonsense. Your task now is to lie in bed and rest. I'll come over later and do some
vigorous exercise with you." After saying that, I pushed Mom into the bedroom and closed the door.
"You little rascal, who wants to exercise with you?" My mother's coquettish voice faintly came from behind the master bedroom door. I
walked back to the kitchen with light steps, cleared the dishes from the table, and spent another half hour washing and scrubbing.
After finally getting everything done, I felt quite tired. Thinking about how hard my mother
works every day to take care of the family, I felt even more grateful to her.
After washing my hands, I went back to the bedroom. When I opened the door, the scene inside made me chuckle.
My mother was lying on the big bed, hugging a pillow. An iPad in front of her was playing a Korean drama.
However, the lady of the bed had her head drooping, her long, wavy, wine-red hair cascading
down her back like a red cloud. Underneath the waterfall of waves, one side of her face was as white as jade, with long eyelashes that
fanned down her face, and her slender, white nose twitching slightly. She must have fallen asleep while watching TV
.
I quietly walked up to the bed, casually taking off my clothes until I reached the foot of the bed wearing only shorts. My mother
was still wearing her purple cashmere bathrobe, but in her sleep, the hem of the robe had ridden up quite a bit
, exposing her lower body, which was covered in black stockings. The thin black stockings were like a second skin for my mother
, making her jade-like legs appear even smoother and whiter. Because the black stockings were of very good quality, they held her two
plump, round buttocks tightly, making her two long, straight legs appear even more
astonishingly long under the thin black stockings.
I reached out and gently grasped my mother's two delicate feet encased in black stockings. The small feet, covered by black pantyhose,
had a unique tactile quality. I brought my nose close to my nose and carefully inhaled the scent of her rounded, slender ankles. My mother
had been walking around in these stockings for quite some time today, but her feet didn't have a strong odor, just a faint, almost
imperceptible salty smell, which, mixed with her unique body fragrance, created a different kind of allure. I felt my penis already
stirring restlessly in my underwear.
I patiently played with her jade-like feet encased in black stockings. My mother seemed to be awakened by my movements. "Mmm
..." she let out a soft groan from her nose, and withdrew her feet slightly, as if ticklish. But I persisted, continuing to
explore the beauty of those long legs. My hands moved up her smooth calves, past her firm and slender
thighs, repeatedly caressing those jade-like legs that I never tired of playing with. Occasionally, my hands would slip
inside my mother's plump thighs, at which point her groans would become even louder.
"Mmm..." My teasing made it impossible for Mom to continue sleeping. She opened her eyes groggily,
saying lazily, "No... don't touch Mom... it tickles."
Mom's objection didn't stop me. I intensified my caresses of her long legs, moving my head to
her slender waist, biting the waistband of her pantyhose, and then pulling it down. Suddenly, two plump, white buttocks appeared before my eyes.
Those two tender, juicy buttocks were like ripe pears.
I was amazed and placed my hand on those plump white mounds. They were extremely soft and elastic to the touch, swollen
as if you could squeeze water out of them.
At this moment, this plump, white buttocks trembled in the air, with
nothing but a silver silk panty in the middle. The silver silk panty was triangular, but the fabric was so meager that it could only cover
the slit between the buttocks and the fleshy crescent-shaped area between the legs. I couldn't help but reach out and pull the
silver silk panty along with the stockings down to my knees. I grabbed the two smooth, white buttocks with both hands and buried my
face deep in the snow-white mounds of flesh. My high nose bridge was right in the groove between the buttocks, and
the rich fragrance emanating from my nose made me intoxicated.
"Hey... Stone, what are you doing... Don't touch that place..." Mom kept telling me to stop,
but her big buttocks reflexively shrank inward, trapping half of my face inside. Her huge
, snow-white, plump buttocks, almost big enough to bury my head in, powerfully enveloped my head. The soft, smooth flesh of her
buttocks washed over my mouth and nose like seawater. The plump, juicy white flesh made me willingly suffocate inside. I
buried my whole face in those big, white buttocks. The two snow-white buttocks were exceptionally firm and thick, and a rich, mature
woman's scent filled my nose, making me intoxicated and ecstatic.
My hands kneaded her excessively plump, fleshy buttocks hard. The two mounds of snow-white flesh felt incredibly good to the touch
. They were molded into various shapes under my fingers. My mother's large, white buttocks arched and swayed, seemingly trying to
push my face out. The pressure from her plump, white buttocks made my breathing a little tight. Just as I was trying to
move my head, buried deep in those two mounds of white flesh, to create some space, my high, straight nose unexpectedly touched an unusual fold of flesh.
I then parted the two plump, white buttocks, revealing a pinkish swirl of flesh reflected in the middle of the snow-white valley.
The delicate spirals formed a small, round mouth, which, under the soft light, resembled a chrysanthemum bud yet to bloom—
utterly adorable.
"Ugh...no...it's so dirty there...take your head away!" My mother cried out in extreme sensitivity
, her slender hands reaching back to push my head away, as if my touch had caused her great
discomfort. But the sight of her plump, round, unusually wide white buttocks swaying in front of me made me unable to control
my burgeoning desire. I firmly grasped my mother's two plump, white buttocks, completely exposing that pink chrysanthemum bud
to my gaze. Whether it was the slightly cool air outside or the feeling of my burning gaze,
my mother's chrysanthemum bud shyly tightened inwards, eventually shrinking to the size of a little finger.
"Mom...you're not dirty at all...very clean and tidy...like a little chrysanthemum...
so cute." I murmured, burying my face in my mother's large, plump, white buttocks, like a
dog in heat, frantically biting, licking, and sucking all over her white flesh,
leaving my greedy saliva on her smooth, plump buttocks. Then, I pressed my thick, long tongue against her
pink, opening and closing chrysanthemum, causing the snow-white mountain of flesh in front of me to tremble violently.
"Waaah...please...Stone...don't touch Mom there...Mom is really uncomfortable
." My mother's plump body trembled like a leaf, her two plump, white buttocks shaking like a rattle,
but her pleading voice clearly had a sob in it. It seemed that she was very resistant to my teasing of her anus
.
"Mom, didn't you say you were willing to do anything for me? Why are you going back on your word?" I slightly withdrew my
tongue, no longer teasing my mother's anus, but I didn't stop staring at that pink swirl of flesh.
"I...Mom didn't go back on her word...It's just...that's a very unclean place...Mom
never lets anyone touch that...Good son...Can you understand Mom?" My mother stretched out her slender,
white hand to protect her anus, while turning her body to beg for mercy. Her crystal-clear eyes were already
covered with a layer of moisture, and her pitiful and resentful expression softened my heart. It seems that my mother
has always protected this private little hole very well. Although we have already been naked and honest with each other,
she still wants to retain a dignity as a mother in her heart.
I understand how my mother feels right now. Anyway, there's still a long time ahead for us, so I'm not in a hurry
to take all the beauty from her body at once. Therefore, I stopped harassing her pink chrysanthemum bud and moved
towards her waist and above. After quickly untying the belt of her purple cashmere robe, I swiftly pulled off her
robe and black silk bra, freeing her pair of plump, white, melon-like breasts.
"Good boy... Mommy's little sister wants it... Please make Mommy feel good, okay?" Seeing that I generously
let her chrysanthemum bud go, Mommy gratefully raised her plump and beautiful snowy buttocks to please me. My big penis had been engorged and
swollen for a long time, and now I could no longer hold back. I held her slender but smooth and fleshy
waist with both hands, and my penis moved down and found that full and plump flower lips. With the help of the already secreted moist fluid, I
inserted it in. Then I passed through that rugged and uneven sheep path and began to move towards that soft and slippery
flower heart.
"Mom...you're such a little slut, what does your little sister want?"
I thrust rapidly into my mother's cavity, while my hands were also busy,
vigorously kneading and squeezing her two large, white, plump buttocks, rubbing them in circles and directions, like a skilled master chef kneading
these two lumps of exquisite white dough into various alluring shapes. My strong, powerful lower abdomen repeatedly slammed against my mother's
large, plump buttocks, and my thick, long penis rammed and pounded in her tight, moist flower path, causing
a spray of water to fly wildly inside her white tiger honey hole.
"Oh... little sister wants the big brother of the stone... the little brother feels so good inside Mom... ah... Mom
likes the stone so much." Under the impact of my huge penis, Mom began to
moan and pant from her nose, her tight and full flower passage constantly sucking on the invading big flesh, making an extremely lewd "sizzle
" sound. Her flower passage was deep, tight and full of elasticity, and the cavity with a lot of flesh folds tightly sucked on
my big flesh. The soft flower core at the deepest part was pushed by the python, and a few drops of dew were released. It contracted and sucked quickly,
making me feel so good that my soul trembled and my soul seemed to leave my body.
"Ugh... Stone, slow down... Ah... Too fast... Mom can't take it." It took a while for
Mom to regain a bit of clarity before she realized that she was now in a shameful position with her buttocks sticking up high. She began to twist
her plump, white buttocks, using a grinding motion, her big white buttocks grinding and rotating like a millstone,
making the fleshy cavity more and more tightly wrap around my big penis, making her plump buttocks push harder and harder
against the hairy thighs and abdominal muscles behind her. Looking at the beautiful, voluptuous woman in front of me with her snow-white, plump buttocks sticking up,
she was in a puppy-dog position, letting me lewdly do whatever I wanted to her, making all sorts of submissive and pleasing poses under my penis, which greatly
satisfied my desire to conquer and possess her.
"Mom...can I insert it like this...do you like it?" I gripped her snow-white,
plump, and greasy buttocks tightly in my hands. My penis, which had been thrusting wildly, began to slow down, and I consciously directed my huge shaft
to slowly rotate. I knew that I was exceptionally gifted, and while overly vigorous thrusting could bring Mom
to her peak quickly, it would also damage her exquisite white tiger honey hole. I loved the woman beneath me
and cherished her perfect body, so I wanted to give her sexual pleasure while minimizing
any unexpected pain during intercourse.
"Don't rub... Ugh, you're so annoying, you stinky rock, you pervert, I can't take it anymore..." Mom's long, wine-red
curly hair was completely draped over her shoulders. She buried her face in her pair of white, lotus-root-like arms,
moaning and scolding in an extremely soft and sweet voice. At this moment, her upper body was completely lying on the bed, and her two full, white, and smooth
breasts were also deformed by the pressure, but her snow-white and plump buttocks were sticking up so high that they seemed to fly into the sky.
My mother's honey hole was not only stretched bulging by the large, fleshy penis, but my circular grinding made her feel like she was about to lose her mind
. The huge, full feeling brought by the thrusting of my penis turned into a strange itching sensation. After reaching the extreme of fullness, it
brought a different kind of emotion. The egg-sized glans made her unbearably itchy, like a thousand ants gnawing at her heart. Her snow-white, plump buttocks
involuntarily drew circles. The excruciatingly pleasurable sensation made my mother somewhat delirious.
"It's so uncomfortable...it's so itchy...ah, I can't take it anymore...good son...let Mom come quickly
...don't torture Mom anymore...ah..."
The mother's lower body, except for her buttocks, was covered in thin black stockings. The highly elastic black stockings
tightly hugged her long, straight legs, making her lower body appear even more slender. Only her two plump, white
buttocks peeked out from the stockings, like two large white rabbits perched on dark branches. A pair of silver
silk panties hung between her legs, swaying gently. From her waist up, her body was covered in snow-white, plump flesh, down to
her long, wavy, wine-red hair, which spread like silk across her ivory-smooth back and the plain white sheets.
My mother, clad in black stockings, knelt on the bed, her slender back sloping downwards, forming a shallow
indentation, like a dimple on her fair back. Her snow-white upper body
contrasted sharply with her black-stockinged lower body, appearing like a black and white serpent under the soft light. With each
thrust of my penis against her buttocks, this white serpent writhed in alluring, seductive arcs beneath me,
constantly stimulating my masculine desires.
Seeing the time was right, I began to thrust forcefully, gradually increasing the speed. I didn't use any technique, just simple, rough, and
powerful strokes of my massive penis, the impact making a loud slapping sound against my mother's plump, white buttocks, creating waves of white flesh
. Hard as a steel rod, thick as a child's arm, and scalding hot as a red-hot branding iron, my large, fleshy penis pierced her tight,
fleshy flower path again and again, each thrust bringing forth equally hot, gushing fluids. The sensation was breathtaking, tumultuous, like
a wild horse breaking free. The penetration not only pierced her soul but also baked the secretions within her honeyed orifice with unparalleled heat, causing them to
sizzle and steam, almost boiling over, turning her snow-white body a bewitching pink
.
As I thrust my lower body in a piston-like motion, I slowly rose, supporting my mother's slender waist. With each
leg raised, my mother's long, slender lower body, clad in smooth black stockings, gradually lifted off the bed. Once
I was fully upright, even with her exceptionally long lower body, my mother had to stand on tiptoe to reach
my penis. Fortunately, my strong hands supported her waist; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to maintain her
balance in that position.
Throughout this series of events, my large penis continued its relentless assault on my mother's honeypot. She was
exhausted by the powerful thrusts, her snow-white, plump upper body drooping completely downwards,
forming an inverted V-shape at her slender, white waist. Her large, white, melon-like breasts hung between her long, black-stockinged legs
, bouncing back against my hairy thighs with each thrust. Her slender, white, lotus-root
-like arms struggled to support her on the sheets, her long, wine-red curly hair cascading like an inverted waterfall, obscuring her face and
swaying like a willow in the wind with each tremor of her body.
As my penis thrust rapidly and frequently inside my mother's honey pot, several times my large, fleshy shaft reached
the very center of her soft, smooth, exquisite buttocks, causing my mother beneath me to gasp and inhale deeply. Waves of pleasure surged from her tailbone
all the way to her heart. The "squelching" sounds from where our genitals joined resounded at an extremely high frequency, and
streams of clear fluid dripped down from the crevice of her snow-white honey pot. Each thrust caused her two
long legs, clad in black stockings, to tremble, and her two slender calves spasmed more and more violently. Her toes, which had been standing on
tiptoe, could barely withstand the swaying of her body, and the ten toes, encased in sheer black stockings, were completely bent
together.
My mother was gritting her teeth in pleasure, laughing and crying at the same time. This godlike, intense thrusting was perfectly targeting
her most fatal weakness. Every time I pounded into her core with such unreasonable force and speed, her
entire being, from body to soul, was overwhelmed by my thrusts. Her slender hands had gone from pulling at the sheets to pounding them
, and then, like a small boat in a tsunami, she desperately gripped the sheets between her fingers. The once-flat sheets
were now twisted into two balls, and her snow-white fingers, painted with black nail polish, were gripping them so tightly that they seemed to have dug several marks into the high-quality cotton
sheets, and the veins on her slender, white knuckles were starting to bulge.
"Waaaaah, I'm going to die... Ah, I can't take it anymore... I'm dying... I'm dying... Waaaaah..." My
huge, fleshy penis pounded deep into her flower core with each thrust, penetrating her warm, moist flower chamber. The violent thrusting of my massive penis
caused my mother's moans to turn into gasps, then into groans, and finally into helpless sobs. Then,
her flower core suddenly tightened rapidly, and her snow-white body began to tremble wildly.
Her vaginal canal spasmed and gushed out in waves, and streams of clear liquid spurted directly from their point of contact, spraying onto my testicles and
legs behind her.
My mother's climax lasted about a minute. Afterward, her mind went blank, and her body, like
a long snake with its bones removed, went limp and weak, about to collapse onto the bed. She relied entirely on my hands, which were gripping her waist
, to maintain her kneeling position. I held her snow-white, smooth waist with both hands, dominating
this voluptuous and beautiful mature woman beneath me like an emperor. My large, fleshy penis swelled to its limit, the entire glans squeezing into her
slippery, moist flower garden. Then, like a machine gun with its trigger pulled, I frantically shot out streams of thick, hot
semen. The exquisite body occupied by my enormous penis
trembled slightly with each ejaculation, like a dying white snake.

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