【If Heaven Has Feelings】(44)

Chapter 44
I readily agreed to Yang Naijin's request. After hanging up the phone, I picked up my iPad from the coffee table, opened my browser,
and found *New Finance Network*. This website, under the *New Finance* magazine, specializes in reporting
serious news such as finance and politics. The website's design and graphic design follow a simple and elegant style. Following Yang Naijin's suggestion, I
found the columnist's blog.
Yang Naijin's column is called "Little White Poplar." Her profile picture is a photo of her wearing a graduation cap;
the girl in the photo is bright and radiant, her youthful energy practically overflowing. The frequency of her blog updates shows her
serious attitude towards her work. Her blog posts cover a wide range of topics, including society, economics, humanities, geography, etc.
Each post receives a lot of replies and support, showing that many people are fans of this beautiful reporter.
I had just found "Little Poplar's" latest blog post when my mother came out of the dining room after finishing cleaning
. As she took off her apron, she smiled and asked, "Who were you talking to on the phone just now? You seemed to be having a
very lively conversation." "It was Aunt Mei's daughter, Little Yang," I
quickly explained, noticing something odd in her tone.
"Oh, that pretty girl," my mother said casually, which made me secretly chuckle
.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" she asked, gracefully walking over to me, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear and leaning
down to look at the iPad screen in my hand.
"Nothing, just an interview video. Aunt Mei and the others are in it," I replied casually.
"I want to watch it too! Let's watch together!" my mother said, her voice becoming increasingly playful and affectionate. I couldn't tell if it was because of
Mei Yu or Yang Naijin.
She plopped down on my lap, one hand around my neck, pulling her entire body into my
arms. Her long, slender legs, like white jade lotus roots, peeked out from under her robe,
her fair feet in black lambskin slippers swaying gently. The open tops of the slippers revealed a large expanse of her slender, snow-white insteps,
incredibly alluring under the lamplight.
My mother's plump, smooth buttocks sat on my lap, her enticing fragrance wafting into my nostrils.
Even through the cashmere robe, I could feel her two full, firm breasts pressed against my chest. I instantly
felt a surge of heat flow from my limbs to my lower abdomen, and my penis became erect again, hard and
pressing between her two plump, smooth buttocks.
My mother, sitting on my lap, naturally sensed the change in me. A slight blush rose to her rosy face, and she
gently shifted her plump, round buttocks, her slender waist twisting slightly. She spread her legs, letting my erect penis
slip inside, then immediately clamped it between her snow-white, jade-like thighs, saying,
"Okay, be good, stop fooling around, let's watch the video together." She then pointed a slender, white finger at the
iPad screen. My manhood was tightly held between my mother's large, white legs, so I had no choice but to watch it while holding her
. Of course, my mother, who had willingly thrown herself into my arms, couldn't resist letting me indulge in some fraternal pleasure, so the iPad
's playback was occasionally punctuated by her soft moans.
The video begins with Mei Yu standing behind the podium. Her black evening gown has a
perfectly low neckline, revealing her slender collarbones and long, graceful neck. Her short, glossy black
hair is neatly combed behind her ears, and two sparkling pearl earrings on her jade-like earlobes emit a soft glow. Her
slender oval face seems a little thinner than before, but fortunately, she is still in excellent spirits. Her clear, bright eyes
still reveal a calm and composed demeanor, and her beautifully thin lips are lightly coated with nude lipstick, which, combined with her
intellectual and mature attire, makes her appear even more noble and refined.
Mei Yu's opening remarks were both vivid and insightful. She first quoted the famous line from the Wei-Jin philosopher Fu Xuan, "Those who share the same voice
respond to each other, and those who share the same heart understand each other," to describe the long-standing friendship between China and the United States. Then, she emotionally recalled
her acquaintance with Greg, who was teaching at the law school at Columbia University when she was invited to be a visiting scholar there .
At the time, Greg was in a slump after losing his re-election bid for governor, but his profound knowledge of law
still made his classes very popular.
"I had a debate during Ambassador Ge's first class, and these debates didn't completely stop afterward,
just like many historical debates between China and the United States (laughs). What I admire most about Ambassador Ge is his wisdom
and perseverance, which has enabled him to uphold his judicial principles and resolve many long-standing
issues during his tenure as Attorney General. Now he has come to China with these valuable experiences, and we have reason to expect that Ambassador Ge will
bring a new chapter to the exchange of judicial culture between China and the United States. Now, please welcome Mr. Greg, Ambassador of the United States to China."
Mei Yu concluded with a short and powerful speech, while smiling and gesturing to the right of the podium.
Amidst enthusiastic applause from the audience, Ambassador Greg, dressed in a dark blue suit, walked onto the podium. He first
embraced Mei Yu warmly, and the two exchanged a few words as their faces touched. Afterward, Mei Yu
walked off the podium alone.
Standing on the podium, Gray cleared his throat and began, "(Chinese) Good afternoon, everyone. (English)
It is a great honor to be here in Huaihai and to have this opportunity to exchange ideas with you. First, I would like to thank Michael
Le for his excellent speech. If I have the chance, I would like to debate with you a few more times (laughs). I would like to thank
President Lin of Guanghua University for providing us with this venue for exchange. I would like to thank you all for your enthusiasm
, because I see in you the prospect of close ties between our two countries." ...
"There are many differences between China and the United States in their judicial systems, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. For example, in
China, there are many ways to become a Supreme Court Justice. You can start as a civil servant, or you can be a retired soldier.
Many judges are transferred from local police chiefs. The advantage here is that you have more law enforcement experience,
especially in the area of evidence collection. (laughs) But the American approach is not so satisfactory. Whether you are
a local judge or a Supreme Court Justice, you must first have a law degree. (laughs)" "Of course, what's even worse than these
is that the Fifth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution provides suspects with the privilege of not being compelled to incriminate themselves."
As a former Attorney General, I admit that this allowed many criminals to escape punishment, which is terrible, really terrible.
However, as a law professor, I must always stand up for it because
for our country, preventing any citizen from facing the potential danger of wrongful imprisonment is more important than the success rate of solving cases. " 　　 China has a bright future, but realizing its full potential will depend on a neutral and respected judicial 　　system, active and conscientious lawyers, wise leadership, and respect for the rule of law. It will also depend
on 　　respect for freedom of speech guaranteed to all by the Constitution, an open internet, and a broad base of informed citizens willing 　　 to engage in unrestricted dialogue on how best to build a stable and progressive future for China 　　 . A vibrant marketplace of ideas is essential for the health and progress of any nation." " 　　 Finally, let me wish you all a Happy New Year in advance." "Thank you very much." Gray's speech 　　was excellent, eliciting great enthusiasm from the audience. Applause and knowing 　　laughter frequently rang out. However, the expressions of the government officials sitting in the front row were not so pleasant; several even 　　left midway through the speech. 　　 The video ends here. "Xiaobaiyang" wrote about her subsequent interview with Gray in her blog. 　　Perhaps due to her personal relationship with Meiyu, Gray gave a very detailed answer to her questions—Yang: Ambassador Gray 　　, China's economy has developed rapidly in recent years, but many problems have also emerged, especially the involvement of many entrepreneurs 　　in legal disputes. These cases are often initiated by the local government or judicial departments where the company is located, 　　and the cases mostly end with the government winning. How do you view this situation? 　　 Gray: That's a very good question. When I was governor, I encountered the financial crisis. Many long-established 　　manufacturing companies in the state were impacted, and some historically significant companies faced bankruptcy. Many 　　people marched and petitioned, demanding that the court reject the bankruptcy requests, but the court upheld its ruling. The state government and 　　legislature did not appeal to the court due to employment pressure. These unemployed workers received welfare relief, and 　　the crisis quickly passed. New job opportunities were created, and our economy moved forward again. 　　 What I want to clarify here is that throughout these processes, the government and parliament adhered to their boundaries and 　　did not rashly interfere with the operation of the judiciary due to administrative needs or public demands. In other 　　words, the judiciary is a balancing force in society; it must always maintain a neutral stance to be effective. 　　No one (including the government and citizens) should interfere with the judiciary. Only in this way can we uphold justice and fairness 　　, and only in this way can we ensure the freedom and happiness of every family. 　　 This blog post only excerpts this dialogue; more details will be available in the monthly issue of *New Finance* magazine. 　　However, I believe that the issues raised in this leading domestic publication must be targeted and relevant. 　　Regardless of the outcome of this meeting and interview with the ambassador, Mei Yu's series of actions were 　　truly brilliant. 　　 While watching on my iPad, I briefly explained the events surrounding the Yang family to my mother. 　　This time, she finally focused her attention on the situation. It was clear that her relationship with Mei Yu 　　was quite genuine; she was shocked to hear about Mei Yu's husband's ordeal, her face filled with worry 　　. 　　 "How could this happen? Their family is so wealthy and powerful, how could they encounter something like this? 　　What will Mei Yu and her family do?" "The case sounds quite complicated, but I think the main issue is that Mei Yu's husband is 　　blocking someone's path to wealth. This person not only has more money than the Yang family, but also stronger connections in the government. Therefore, 　　the Yang family's situation is very precarious." I knew it would be difficult for my mother to understand these things, so I patiently explained it to 　　her. 　　 "Someone even more powerful than Mei Yu's family? Who could be so ruthless?" my mother asked, looking bewildered. 　　 I thought to myself, who else could it be but that scoundrel Lü Jiang? But I 　　subtly repeated the analysis I'd given Mei Yu. 　　 Hearing me point the finger at Lü Jiang, my mother's expression shifted, muttering to herself, 　　"I knew he hadn't bothered us for a while; turns out he was busy with this." "Have you heard Lü 　　Jiang mention this? Even some connection would be helpful," I pressed, suppressing my displeasure. 　　 My mother bit her lower lip, thinking for a long time before finally shaking her head. "No, Lü Jiang almost never talks to me about 　　his business. He mostly talks about his family troubles—either his son is unambitious and always causes him 　　trouble, or his wife is too meddlesome and only spoils their son." "Is this 　　how you are when you're with Lü Jiang?" I asked, somewhat incredulously. 　　 "You already know, why do you keep asking?" My mother was getting a little pressured by my question. She playfully hit 　　me and said, "Of course... we did 'that'." She paused shyly 　　, then whispered, "But Lü Jiang is not young anymore, and he's not very enthusiastic about that kind of thing. Plus, he has 　　a lot of other things to do. We only see each other two or three times a month, but afterwards he always talks to me for a long time." 　　 "Hehe, then he's really sincere towards you, truly treating you as a confidante." I thought to myself that my mother 　　's relationship with Lü Jiang was indeed complicated. It didn't seem like a transaction of money and sex, 　　and it didn't seem realistic to say there were any emotional factors between them. 　　 "I don't understand this. Maybe it's because I've never asked him for anything. He's kept 　　several celebrities and models before, all he knows is how to spend money and show off. He never knows how to be considerate or caring. 　　The two women in the family just treat him like an ATM. Only I listen to his feelings." Mom 　　brushed her long, curly hair behind her head, her beautiful eyes reflecting a look of deep reminiscence. 　　 "Take those shops I opened now, for example. The start-up capital was borrowed from him. Later, after I managed them and made 　　money, I paid him back. He always says I'm a silly woman who doesn't know how to take advantage of opportunities, and he said he wanted to make it up to me, 　　so he gave me that diamond ring." Hearing this, I fell silent, unable to find the words to refute Mom.

I don't know how to evaluate Lü Jiang. Eight years is too long. Women and men who have been intimate for a long time will develop
feelings for each other, especially since my mother is a simple and kind woman. Initially, her
feelings for Lü Jiang were probably out of gratitude, but after receiving his long-term protection and care, coupled with the occasional tenderness he showed her,
she became completely devoted to him. Even with my appearance, it's difficult to completely eradicate Lü Jiang
's image from her heart.
"Shitou, are you going to blame your mother again? Do you think I'm shamelessly associating with Lü Jiang
?" My mother asked worriedly when she saw that I hadn't spoken for a while.
"I didn't say that," I replied, unsure how to answer and unwilling to lie.
"Shitou, you're still young. You don't understand women, nor the complexities of this society.
It's incredibly difficult for a single woman with a child to make a living. All I wanted was someone to shelter me from the storm. Is that
a crime? Your father and you both abandoned me. Do you know how much I've suffered alone?" My mother
said, grabbing my hand and placing it on her chest, as if wanting me to verify her sincerity.
"But since you came back, I've made up my mind. For you, for our family, I
must end this relationship with Lü Jiang. So I refused his numerous requests, and for a while he
didn't contact me. I thought he had given up, but the day before yesterday he called again, wanting to invite me to
dinner and saying he wanted to rekindle our relationship." "So you really went out with him?" I couldn't help but ask sarcastically.
"Mom was conflicted at the time. She didn't want to see him anymore, but she was afraid he would pester her and cause
you to misunderstand. So she thought she would take this opportunity to talk to him face to face and make things clear so that he would stop
affecting us and let us live our own lives." Mom spoke quickly, her rapid breathing
causing her breasts to rise and fall. Even through her cashmere robe, I could feel their firm elasticity under my palm
.
"So, I went to the place he had arranged to meet. At first, he still hoped I would come back, but I
made my stance very serious and refused his unreasonable request. In the end, seeing how determined I was, he didn't
insist anymore. Before leaving, I returned the diamond ring to him, so we were even and the matter was settled."
"I didn't expect him to send the diamond ring back. Son, Mom just didn't want you to misunderstand
, so I didn't tell you the truth. Mom didn't mean to deceive you, please don't be angry." Mom
finally finished expressing what she wanted to say. Her breathing began to calm down, but her beautiful eyes were still
looking at me anxiously, like a female prisoner awaiting my judgment.
"You really broke up with him? You really didn't have—that thing—with him?" My eyes shone with
a light that seemed to see through everything, but Mom bravely met my gaze, her expression showing no
trace of guilt.
"Really, no. Mom has made up her mind to start a new life. Why would I be entangled with him again
?" Mom's answer was confident and certain. No matter what, I couldn't find any trace of lying in her.
In any case, she was much more honest than before. Moreover, she was going through a huge transition from incest to lust
, and she was extremely vulnerable psychologically and mentally. My excessive pressure might have the opposite effect. I
had to change my strategy. I needed to be patient and delve into her heart, gradually dispelling the shadows in her heart,
and eventually making her completely my woman.
"Son, if you still don't believe Mom, you can check Mom yourself." Seeing the change in my
expression, Mom suddenly changed her tone and said.
"You... how can I check?" I felt that the beautiful woman in my arms was behaving strangely.
There was a wet feeling in her eyes.
"You naughty thing, weren't you inside Mommy all day yesterday? If Mommy really did something,
didn't you feel anything...?" Mommy's tone suddenly became shy, but that shyness contained a
hint of charm.
"What feeling? I don't understand." I remained unmoved, pretending not to know.
"You...you naughty child, you're doing this on purpose. Do you want Mommy to say something embarrassing?"
Mommy said coquettishly, pressing one slender, white hand to her cheek.
Two real blushes appeared on her fair and delicate face, and her eyes held a touch of girlish affectation.
"I really don't understand, Mommy, what does it feel like?" I continued to play dumb.
"Hmph, I'm ignoring you, always being naughty." Seeing that I wasn't cooperating, Mommy pretended to be angry
and punched my chest with her small fist.
"Okay, Mom, I do feel it, and it's really strong." I teased her deliberately,
but in my heart, I gradually understood that if she wanted to play, I would play along.
"No, Mom really didn't do anything with other men, don't talk nonsense." Mom thought I
was serious and couldn't continue pretending anymore, so she excitedly explained.
"Mom, you misunderstood." I reached out and pressed my hand to her lips. "The feeling I'm talking about is a different kind of feeling
." "What feeling?" Mom's mouth was sealed by mine, so her words were a little muffled, and her beautiful eyes darted
around.
"I feel, Mom, you—" I hesitated.
"What, what did you say? I can't hear you." Mom was a little fooled, and she grabbed my arm and shook it.
"You're so tight inside, it feels so good." I brought my lips to Mom's round and smooth earlobe and
whispered in a very ambiguous tone.
"You damn rock, you bad rock, how could you talk to your mother like that? You're making me so angry!" My mother was both
ashamed and angry at my words. The blush on her jade-like face spread to her ears, and her slender, sharp-fingered hands
pinched me hard.
"Mom, what's this? I not only said it, I did it too. Didn't you enjoy it?" I continued
to tease my mother with some explicit words, and even blew a breath into her ear.
"Nonsense, who enjoyed it?" My mother shrank back a little, trying to avoid my mischievousness.
" Big Mouth.
" "You, Mom, aren't you enjoying it? Weren't you moaning and groaning all night yesterday?"
I teased her even more provocatively.
"You...you...you brat." Although Mom was cursing, she seemed less disgusted by my lewd
words and began to naturally retort with similar words.
"Mom isn't enjoying it at all. Your bad thing is too big, and you don't know how to be gentle with Mom. You just
shoved it in like that, and you're going to break the skin down there. And your bad thing is so long, it feels like
it's hitting Mom's heart every time it goes in. It's making Mom feel so uncomfortable. How can I enjoy it?" I never expected
that my mother, who always seemed so gentle and virtuous to me, would say such explicit things, especially those somewhat
crude words at the end. Coming from her usually soft and gentle mouth, it was a huge contrast, but this contrast
was also very stimulating. I felt my penis suddenly get much harder, and I increased
the intensity of my words.
"Is it really uncomfortable? Then why are you so wet down there, soaking the sheets
?" "You jerk, you're so annoying, always saying such embarrassing things to your mother." Mom
scolded, while using her two smooth, white legs to clamp my huge penis tightly. Her long, straight legs were strong
and powerful, and the friction of her tender, plump thighs sent waves of strange pleasure through my lower body, making my
penis even more erect and strong.
"Mom, you asked for this." How could I let Mom tease me like this? I grabbed Mom's white
legs with both hands and lifted her up.
"Hey, what are you trying to do?" Mom was caught off guard and was suddenly in mid-air. She quickly grabbed my
neck with both hands, her two long legs tightly wrapped around my waist, and her plump, white buttocks sat right
above my penis, the edge of her lace panties rubbing against my glans, making it itchy.
"Mom, you've made me so hard, what else can I do? Hehe." I smiled maliciously, carrying
my mother's delicate body towards the master bedroom. My mother kept saying no, but her fair and slender limbs
wrapped around me like snakes, and she clung to me like a koala.
Once inside the bedroom, as I was about to move towards the large bed, Mom nimbly jumped off my arm.
She held up a slender, white finger and shook it at me, saying in a sweet voice, "Stone, be good, don't be so hasty.
Turn around for a moment, and be a good girl." Mom then pushed me around, making me stand with my back to the bed
. She seemed to be fiddling with something behind me, and soon I felt something light and airy flying towards me
. Without turning around, I grabbed it, and what I touched was soft and yielding—a dark green bra. The bra
had bowl-shaped back straps and was decorated with gorgeous lace, still carrying the scent and warmth of its owner.
"Today should be our first real lovemaking, and Mom wants to give you the best impression," Mom said sweetly
, accompanied by a rustling sound. She was probably taking off her clothes one by one.
This feeling of being so close yet only able to imagine was so exciting.
Then another small piece of cloth flew over and landed squarely on my nose. This dark green
piece of cloth was a triangle of silk fabric with a black lace trim. It must have been
the panties Mom had worn earlier. A unique scent of Mom's body wafted up, mixed with a slightly sweet and sour
smell of secretions. I could see a slightly damp patch on the middle of the panties. Had Mom
been aroused? Remembering how this small piece of cloth had faithfully guarded Mom's secret garden not long ago, and
now I held it in my hand, my blood surged even more.
"Okay, you can turn around now," Mom's cloyingly sweet voice rang out. I turned around at the sound of her voice, and
the unparalleled beauty before me made me dizzy with enchantment.
Under the soft light of the feather lamp on the ceiling, the three-meter-long bed was covered with neat sheets. In the middle of the bed
lay a perfect body, as white as mutton fat jade. Her fragrant skin was as smooth as snow and cream, even
whiter than the snow-white sheets. I slowly walked to the edge of the bed, and what greeted me was a
pair of eyes that were as clear as autumn water, filled with tender and alluring charm. That jade face that haunted my dreams and that I could never tire of looking at was smiling as she lay in her long, wavy,
wine-red hair, her delicate face slightly flushed, whether from her restless heart or from
the stimulation of our recent physical contact, as beautiful and charming as a blooming peach blossom.
I looked down at this breathtakingly beautiful woman's body. Below her long, slender neck were narrow, delicate
shoulders, and two graceful collarbones rested on her full, rounded breasts.
Her waist, which could be encircled by a single hand, suddenly became fuller. Her plump, white, and pert buttocks curved in a beautiful way, ending at her two long, slender, snow-white legs
. This slender, long, and exquisitely curved body was like a crystal-clear white jade pipa, every arc
a gift from God.
I slowly leaned down, our gazes meeting in a trance. Her bright red, smooth lips opened
for me, my tongue passing through her white, even teeth. My mother willingly extended her sweet, smooth tongue,
letting me suck and tease it at will. My long tongue intertwined with her smooth, warm flesh, we
licked each other's tongues and lips, exchanging saliva.
Leaving aside last night's alcohol-scented French kiss, this time I truly savored the taste of our lips meeting
. Her mouth not only possessed the rich sweetness of a mature woman but also a faint fragrance of lilies. I
recklessly took it all, as if it were a precious treasure. Our kiss went from intense to gentle, then back to intense again, repeating several
times until both of us could barely keep up with our racing hearts, and we reluctantly parted.
This passionate kiss made my mother's beautiful face bloom like a peach blossom, making her even more alluring. My lips still carried
the clear liquid from her mouth as I gently kissed down her slender, white neck, pausing briefly at her graceful collarbone, and
then climbing up to her pair of sacred, high, snow-white breasts. These breasts, which I had long admired, were indeed extraordinary. They
were at least H-cup, standing proudly on her fair and slender body, like two plump, snow-white melons.
The white jade melon had a small, light pink areola at the top, and within the areola stood two ripe, cherry-
sized nipples. Although the nipples were fully engorged and swollen, their color remained a girlish
pink, as if untouched by the passage of time.
My hands climbed onto these melon-like breasts, soft and smooth to the touch, yet incredibly elastic. With the slightest pressure,
the snow-white, smooth flesh spilled out between my fingers, but quickly returned to its full, plump
shape when I released my grip. My hands were much larger than average, yet I still couldn't hold one of these white jade melons in one hand. My
fingertips brushed against the pink cherries, and my mother immediately let out a seductive moan.
"Mom, your breasts are so beautiful. How did you develop such big, round toys?" I teased
, kneading these irresistible beauties.
"They're just naturally this big, there's nothing you can do about it," Mom said casually, but her tone
betrayed pride. Making me fascinated by her ample breasts was something Mom was very proud of.
"Mom, you're lying again. I remember when I was little, when I drank your milk, it wasn't this big," I said
, opening my mouth to put a pink cherry in my mouth, gently licking and swirling it, slowly grinding it, sucking for a while before switching to another
. Soon, the pink cherry was covered in clear saliva.
"What do you remember, you little rascal? When I breastfed you, you were still developing, okay? Now you're so big,
don't you think these two lumps of flesh will grow bigger?" Mom was provoked by my words. Although she sounded angry, she
pressed my head against her chest, as if she still considered me a crying little
baby.
"Hehe, so I guess I've contributed a lot to their growth, Mom. You should thank me."
As I spoke, I grabbed one of the empty pink cherries with my other hand, gently rubbing the small opening with my fingertips
. This intense stimulation made my mother's moans even more rapid. She breathed heavily and laughed, scolding
, "How could I have given birth to such a shameless child? You grew up on my milk, wasn't that enough? You even
gave me your body, and now you expect me to thank you?" I had no time to respond to my mother's sarcasm. My lips left
the two cherries, which I had already made slightly red, and continued moving downwards towards her breasts, until they reached her creamy white belly.
My mother's belly looked flat, but when I touched it... It was quite fleshy, with a layer of snow-white, smooth, and tender
little flesh on top, which I couldn't help but caress repeatedly. My lips
lingered for a long time at the small, round navel in the middle, making my mother cry out, "Stone, don't touch there, it's so itchy..." This time, I temporarily
bypassed my mother and continued to explore downwards to her lower abdomen. After passing the slightly protruding plain, I thought I would
encounter a dark forest, but what I saw was a vast expanse of white. A snowfall was so clean. Was I seeing things? I quickly
rubbed my eyes, but the scenery remained unchanged. Perhaps I had drunk too much before making love with my mother yesterday and hadn't noticed
the details of her secret garden. Only today did I truly see it clearly.
At the base of her two long, plump thighs, a small, white, full mound rose high.
Surrounding this white, steamed-bun-like mound was completely bare, the entire mons pubis smooth and white, as
clean and white as a newborn girl's, without any of the pigmentation commonly seen in women of this age. Even the pores were
so fine they were almost invisible. This was clearly a rare case of a woman's "white tiger" (a pubic area).
"Stone, what are you doing?" Mom asked, seeing me buried between her legs for a while without moving
.
"Mom, your little sister is so white and clean, without a single hair." I exclaimed in amazement at the strange
sight before me, gently stroking my mother's vulva with both hands. Her two plump, rosy labia were directly exposed,
unlike many mature women's which are dry and dull. Instead, they were bright red, full, and swollen, brimming with vitality. In the middle,
there was a bright red slit, like a cherry mouth tightly pursed. When my fingers touched it
, the cherry mouth opened and closed, spitting out a few strands of clear, watery liquid.
My mother seemed embarrassed by my gaze, shifting her
plump, shapely buttocks awkwardly, trying to get me to look up. She urged, "Don't look! It's ugly down there. Don't keep staring."
"Nonsense! It's not ugly at all! Mom, your lower part is like a little girl's, so incredibly cute! I love it!"
To prove my point, and because her little white tiger's honeypot was so alluring, I stuck out my tongue
and gently licked my mother's vulva. Her plump, tender labia didn't smell bad, and
the fluid secreted from her honeypot was slightly sour and salty, with a scent of shower gel, mixed with her unique
body fragrance—not unpleasant at all.
I began to probe the tip of my tongue into that bright red slit. The tiny entrance made it difficult for my large tongue to fully
penetrate. Inside, the slippery, tender flesh was warm and moist, ring after ring. My tongue continued to explore further, finally
finding the clitoris between very deep folds of flesh. My mother's clitoris was hidden very deep, almost impossible for most people to find.
In addition, the vaginal canal had many folds of flesh, making it even less likely to be touched by a penis. So when I pressed the tip of my tongue
against that clitoris and started to move it, my mother's reaction was extremely intense.
"Ah... Stone, what are you doing with your tongue? What's going on there?" "No, no,
it hurts so much, don't touch there..." My mother's long legs clamped my head tighter and tighter, her plump buttocks
began to sway from side to side, as if she was trying her best to endure my tongue ravaging her vaginal canal. I was completely unaffected and
continued to increase the pressure and licking of that clitoris.
"Stop! Take your tongue out! Mommy can't hold it anymore, I need to pee!" Hearing this,
I didn't ease the pressure; instead, I intensified my efforts, thrusting my tongue into the folds of her flesh like a penis, pecking hard
at her clitoris. Mommy seemed to have reached her limit; her snow-white, plump abdomen began
to heave violently, as if her bladder was trembling.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." With a groan tinged with a sob, Mommy's plump, firm, white legs
suddenly clamped tightly together, the folds of flesh inside her vagina trembling violently, a tremendous force pushing my tongue...
My head emerged, and I felt my lips and chin were wet with slightly salty love fluid.
I lifted my head from between my mother's legs. At that moment, her two long, slender, white legs were spread wide, her slightly protruding, snow-white
abdomen was completely sunken in, and her full, plump buttocks were slightly raised off the sheets.
The cherry-like mouth in her lower body's honey hole had opened a small opening, and a silvery, transparent liquid
spurted out of the red, plump opening in an arc, forming an extremely erotic scene under the soft light.
My mother's orgasm lasted for half a minute before it ended. After the clear liquid was sprayed out, she collapsed weakly
on the bed, her two long, white legs lying limply on the sheets wet with her love fluid. I took off the only clothes I was wearing
, my robe and underwear, and lay down on my side next to my mother, pulling her hot, snow-white body into my arms. My mother's
two slender white arms immediately wrapped around me, and she offered her cherry lips and fragrant tongue to kiss me.
"Mom, did it feel good just now? Did you like me doing this to you?" I
asked her while we were having a sweet French kiss.
"It felt so good, Mom loved it. But what did you do just now, Stone? Why did I react so
strongly? It felt like I was about to pee." Mom lay weakly in my arms,
asking curiously like a little girl.
"Oh, Mom, haven't you tried this before? That little bean is a woman's clitoris, just like a man's penis.
It gets engorged and swollen when you tease it, and it's easy for her to have an orgasm. I massaged it with my tongue just now, so
you squirted a lot of fluid." I was a little incredulous that Mom, at her age,
didn't even know the location of her own clitoris.
"Mom really doesn't know, and I've never touched it before. Stone, you're amazing, you even know this."
Mom looked at me with the innocent look of a young girl, full of admiration, and it didn't seem like she was faking it.
I sneered inwardly. This is only because your previous men were all too incompetent.
They couldn't even unlock the potential of such a perfect white tiger's honey hole, let alone let her experience the ultimate pleasure between men and women. It's a real waste.
But every loss has its gain. My mother's exquisite body is like a piece of uncarved jade, waiting for me to
fully and deeply develop it. From now on, this beauty will belong exclusively to me.
"I have something even more amazing on me, Mom, didn't you try it last night?" Mom blushed,
her slender, fragrant hand reaching down to grasp my already erect penis. I felt my
enormous member being held by five smooth, delicate fingers. Mom gently stroked my huge penis, saying,
"You naughty thing, this is the one who bullied Mom yesterday, making Mom's lower part still a little swollen
." "Mom, is my little brother big enough?" I put my hands behind my head, watching with pleasure as Mom's slender,
white hands grasped and played with my large penis. This psychological stimulation was even more intense than the physical stimulation.
"No matter how big you are, you're still my child. And you always bully people, so naughty." My mother's voice
was soft and sweet, tinged with a touch of childlike innocence. As she spoke, her head slid down my chest, her delicate
hands caressing my lower abdomen until they reached the thick, bushy pubic hair between my legs. Her two plump, white breasts constantly
brushed against my erect penis, her two pink nipples rubbing against my testicles, making me feel both itchy and comfortable.
My mother's body continued downwards, soon she was between my legs. From my angle,
I could see her peach-blossom-like face pressed against my crotch. My penis was now swollen and large
, its engorged shaft covered with veins like earthworms. It was thicker than her slender wrist, and her delicate,
pale fingers could no longer grasp it.
Seeing my thick, large penis standing tall before my mother's dignified and virtuous face, the
psychological stimulation was indescribable. My lower body was as hard as an iron rod, and I couldn't help but sway my hips
gently in front of her.
"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?" My mother smiled slyly, slowly bringing her small face closer to my
huge penis. At the same time, her beautiful eyes were fixed on me, her gaze filled with undisguised lust and playful
teasing.
"My darling son, see how your mother will pamper you." My mother murmured to herself, as she parted her bright
red lips and gently kissed my large glans a few times. Then, she extended her pink tongue and began to lick
it. The oval, egg-sized glans was already exposed to the air, its color
turning a deep purplish-red due to excessive engorgement, like the juice of a ripe bayberry.
A thin, transparent film of saliva stained it, making it glisten under the light.
I felt waves of intense stimulation surging up from my genitals. My mother, as if handling a cherished
toy, held my enormous penis firmly in her slender hands. Her delicate tongue, starting from the base of my penis
, flowed along a distinct inner vein, all the way to the glans, where it
circled and swirled near the purplish-red head, occasionally slipping into the coronal sulcus to lick it. Soon,
my entire penis was covered in her saliva.
Her movements were incredibly skilled and practiced; her smooth, soft tongue seemed capable of bending and twisting at will
, performing dozens of movements on my penis. Simultaneously, her slender, white hands gently stroked the base of my penis
. Most stimulatingly, while she played with my penis like licking ice cream, she
gazed at me with her large, clear eyes, making you feel as if she were wholeheartedly serving you,
treating this penis as her most cherished possession.
My mother's oral skills surprised and delighted me. While enjoying her touch, I stroked her long, wine
-red curly hair, gesturing for her head to press down slightly. She quickly understood, and her
delicate tongue slowly licked upwards from the base of my penis, leaving a thin, silvery
thread connecting it to the tip of her pink tongue, gleaming under the light.
Then, she grasped the middle of my enormous penis with both hands, aligning it with her chin, and
watched as I slowly opened my cherry-like mouth to swallow it. But my glans was so swollen!
My mother's cherry-like mouth was only about three fingers wide, and her lips weren't very elastic. I tried
several times but couldn't get it in smoothly. A few times it seemed like it would go in, but my mother
gave up because she was a little worried about her small mouth.
I was a little anxious, but I didn't show it obviously. I continued to gently stroke
the top of my mother's long, wine-red curly hair. My thoughtfulness touched my mother deeply. She mustered her courage and, as if by some means
, lowered her lips and finally managed to suck the egg-sized glans in. I felt
a sudden heat and tightness in my lower body as I was immediately enveloped by a warm, moist container. The tightness of that cavity was no
less than that of a honey pot, and the inner cavity was quite short. My glans quickly pressed against a slippery piece of flesh.
My mother seemed to be struggling to penetrate my enormous penis. She used two slender, white fingers to
gently pull it down, while her other three delicate fingers were curved into an orchid shape. Her cherry-like mouth was stretched to its
limit; no matter how hard she tried, she could only suck in half of my large penis, leaving a large portion outside
. Seeing my mother stretching her precious little mouth so wide to please my penis, even
distorting her usually dignified, mature, and beautiful face, my love and pity for her only grew stronger.
"Okay, Mom, that's enough. Don't force yourself," I gently stroked her long, wavy hair,
softly comforting her.
A look of deep emotion flashed in my mother's beautiful eyes. She let out a soft "gurgling" sound,
and then her red lips, which were swallowing my penis, went even deeper. I felt my penis pass through
the gap between two tender mounds of flesh and enter a cavity behind my mother's throat. The head of my penis was completely pressed against a solid flesh
wall. Was this the legendary deep throat? The pleasure in my lower body combined with the psychological stimulation made my penis
tremble with excitement.
My mother wasn't having it as easy as I was. Her throat and trachea were completely occupied by my enormous penis, leaving her
only able to breathe through her nose. Her slender, high, white nostrils flared rapidly, and
the rosy blush on her face had spread to her fair neck. She slowly withdrew my penis from
her mouth, leaving only the large glans inside. After licking it gently, she gradually swallowed most of the penis down her throat
. As the piston-like movements of her mouth repeated, my mother's cherry-like mouth gradually adapted to my enormous penis, and her up-and-down
thrusting became faster.
"Oh, Mom, you're so good! I feel so good," I said, enjoying my mother's mouth while
encouraging her.
My praise spurred my mother to work even harder. She quickened the pace of her swallowing, and watching my large, strong
penis move in and out of her dignified mouth gave me
immense psychological pleasure and a sense of conquest. My mother was very focused on servicing my penis. Her slender, white fingers grasped
the base of my penis and gently stroked it. Each time, her mouth took my penis to the deepest part of her throat. Because
my penis occupied her entire mouth, her saliva flowed uncontrollably, quickly making my lower body
a muddy mess.
"Ugh... ooh... ugh... ooh..." My mother's vocal cords were compressed by me, making it difficult for her to speak normally. She could only
utter a few whimpering responses from deep in her throat, whether expressing pleasure or pain, I couldn't tell. But her
head moved up and down without any slowing down.
My mother's long, wavy, wine-red hair swayed like silk with the movement of her head, occasionally brushing against
my thighs and tickling me. Beads of sweat were already glistening on her smooth, jade-like forehead, yet she
maintained the same rhythm and intensity. Most remarkably, her large, spring-like eyes remained fixed on me,
filled with tender affection. Each time my large penis pierced her throat and reached her airway
, those bright, incomparably beautiful eyes would instantly roll back, giving an extremely erotic feeling
.
My mother's deep throat oral sex lasted for half an hour. Although it brought me great pleasure,
I had already ejaculated a lot yesterday, so it wasn't so easy for me to ejaculate today. She finally gave up because she couldn't keep up with her strength.
After spitting my glans out of her mouth, she grabbed my thigh, coughing incessantly. Her
slender hands kept patting her snow-white chest. I quickly got up and hugged my mother, gently patting
her back with my palm, and asked with concern, "Mom, are you okay?" "Yes, Mom is fine. I just choked a little
." My heartwarming actions pleased my mother. She gently placed my hand on her warm cheek and
whispered happily.
I quickly pulled her delicate body into my arms, my lips finding her cherry lips and kissing them repeatedly, but I didn't insert my tongue
. I knew her mouth needed rest after the ravages of my penis; I only gently kissed the corners of her lips and
skin. Sure enough, the tender skin on my mother's lips was already a little bloody from the oral sex. My heart
ached, and I moistened it with my own saliva, saying, "Mom, my little brother is too big. It's
okay if you can't swallow it all. Don't force yourself." "It's alright. Mom just wants to prove what I said
. I'll do anything for you," my mother softly replied, lying in my arms.
My mother's devotion moved me, but I also felt a little ashamed. When I said those words, I didn't have
much expectation, but I didn't expect my mother to take my words so seriously and actually do it
. Was I being too harsh on her?
"Stone, are you still not out?" My mother's question snapped me out of my thoughts. Her fragrant body
pressed against mine, her two heavy, soft, snow-white breasts rubbing against my skin, arousing my
still-engorged penis, which pressed stiffly against her smooth belly.
"I mean, your little brother didn't ejaculate just now. Holding it in for too long isn't good for your health," my mother said,
gently stroking my erect penis with her slender hand.
"I'm fine, Mom, you should rest," I said, not wanting to force my mother, after all, she had
already done so much for me today.
"You're fine, but Mom is very concerned," my mother said in an extremely seductive tone, her voice...
Her voice became extremely sweet again.
"Your big thing has made me so wet down there, Mom won't let you off easily." As she
spoke, Mom pushed me down onto the bed. Her two long, slender, white legs straddled my body, her
slender, snow-white waist erect in the air, her full, white breasts high and proud, her long, graceful neck held
high, and her beautiful face, as lovely as a peach blossom, shimmered with a bewitching light under the lamp.
At this moment, Mom was like a noble knight riding a warhorse, her slender white arms
gripping my huge penis between my legs. As her body slowly descended, her snow-white, full
honey hole gradually approached the purplish-red glans. Her rosy little mouth was slightly open,
revealing the bright red flesh and mucous membrane inside, and clear love juice was still flowing from the mouth.
My mother tentatively accepted my glans with her honeyed orifice. It was clear that the size of my large penis made her
hesitant. Her little mouth had already tested the power of this giant rod. After much hesitation, she finally made up
her mind, gently biting her lower lip and lowering her buttocks. I felt my glans being sucked into an extremely tight and hot
little mouth. Inside, compared to my mother's mouth above, it was a completely different scene. Clumps of tender flesh
pressed in from all sides, rubbing and kneading my penis.
"So big, how did you grow... so thick and big?" my mother murmured to herself
, her bright red lips slightly parted. The expression on her face was like a little girl seeing her favorite toy, wanting to reach for it but afraid of being seen
—a mixture of greed and shyness, utterly adorable.
"Weren't those your own children, Mom? And now you're asking me?" I teased, reaching out to grasp her
two white, fragrant breasts hanging on her chest, gently playing with her already erect nipples.
"You brat, always bullying your mother!" Mom gave me a charming glare, gently swaying her plump buttocks as she
moved my glans around, adjusting her vaginal opening to the size of my penis. Then, she slowly lowered her hips, her buttocks sinking down.
My penis was covered in Mom's saliva, and with the abundant secretions from her vagina, the
penetration was much smoother this time. I felt my penis breaking through layers of air like a rocket,
parting those sticky folds of flesh and rising segment by segment. Each step required a great deal of effort, and
the cool, sizzling breaths emanating from Mom's cherry lips showed that she was putting in a lot of effort while adjusting to my penis.
"Mmm... this thing is so thick... it's going to stretch Mom's lower body open... ah."
The structure of Mom's lower mouth was more suitable for my penis than the upper mouth. Although the process was slow and difficult, I finally managed to insert most of
my penis into her body. Only then did Mom begin to rhythmically sway her plump buttocks up and down. Her full and greasy
white tiger honey hole was like a greedy little mouth swallowing and spitting out my penis. Soon, some milky white mucus accumulated at
the entrance of her rosy honey hole. As her snow-white and plump body rose and fell, the place where our lower bodies were joined began to make
a "sizzling" sound.
"Ah... Mom feels so uncomfortable... but it also feels so good... how can this be..." Mom's snow-
white, plump body swayed against me, her two long, slender, white legs spread apart as she squatted
on my penis, her long, thin white arms supporting my legs, her two white breasts
bobbing up and down with her movements, jumping against gravity, her long, wine-red, wavy hair
flying in the air like a siren, her bright, clear eyes slightly squinted, her bright red
mouth slightly open, revealing her clean, white teeth, and she made a unique moaning sound.
"Mmm...ah...mmm...ah." "So beautiful...so comfortable...I'm getting addicted...ah
...mmm...ah." While Mom was on top, she was stroking my penis, muttering incoherently to herself
. Her snow-white breasts were so tempting. I reached out and grabbed one of her soft, white breasts in each hand
, kneading the slippery flesh wantonly. Every now and then, I would tease and pinch her pink nipples with my fingers.
Under my teasing, Mom's vagina tightened even more. She increased the speed of her stroking. I mischievously
lifted my lower abdomen and thrust upwards. Just then, Mom sat down, and this thrust penetrated
deep into her vagina.
"Ah..." Caught off guard, Mom let out a sharp scream as I thrust into her. I felt my
glans break through a thick, plump mound of tender flesh, entering a moist, warm, and slippery vagina.
The tip of my glans seemed to touch something cold—what was that?
Mom was breathless from my thrust. Her two slender white arms pressed against my chest, as
if trying to lift her lower body, but my thrust was so deep and powerful that her limbs went weak, and she
had no strength left. She could only gasp for air with her small, bright red mouth wide open.
"Stone, please have mercy on Mom! Mom can't breathe!" Mom knew her lower body
was completely dominated by my penis, and she pleaded with me, panting softly.
I saw a long bulge on my mother's flat, white abdomen. The shape and
size of the bulge were exactly the same as my penis. The part of my penis that was still outside had completely disappeared into my mother's
vagina. Our lower bodies were so tightly joined together. I figured I had probably thrust my huge penis
into my mother's flower garden. No wonder she reacted so strongly.
"Mom, don't rush. There's even more pleasure waiting for you. Be prepared." I whispered
in her ear, then put my hand under my mother's armpit and lifted my arm upwards. I felt my penis
squeeze out of that fold of flesh again, accompanied by a muffled sound of air being sucked out, like
the sound of a beer bottle cork being opened. Although my penis was out of my mother's flower garden, the ring of flesh on the glans
scraped against that tender flesh as it came out.
"Ah..." Mom let out another soft moan, her voice trembling. I felt her honey hole suddenly tighten
, the layers of flesh contracting inward, and then a stream of hot water gushed out from inside
. I knew Mom had another small orgasm.
"It's going to flow again...it's going to flow again...ah...waaaah..." At this point, I no longer showed any
pity. I straightened my mother's body and began thrusting upwards with my erect penis. My mother was in a sensitive
state after her climax, and my forceful thrusts were driving her wild. She tried to grab my thighs, trying to
control her position and lessen the impact of my penis, but her efforts were repeatedly thwarted by my increasingly violent
thrusts.
"Ah...no more, Stone, no more!" Ignoring my mother's pleas, I
continued thrusting, each stroke penetrating deeply into her passage, piercing her full, slippery core. This intense
impact made her vaginal canal a muddy mess, and those originally obstructive folds were
broken through by my force. My penis roamed freely and unrestrainedly within my mother's passage.
"So...so deep...it's...it's all the way in...um...ah." Mom's previously bent, white
legs could no longer support her weight. Her legs buckled, and she knelt forward on the sheets, her entire body, including
her two soft, white mounds, pressing against my chest. I grabbed her slender legs with both hands,
folding them over her thighs, while simultaneously lifting my own legs, my entire back off the bed,
my buttocks thrusting powerfully upwards.
In the soft light of the feather lamp on the bedroom ceiling, I could see the entire scene on the bed through the large mirror behind the bed
, which was level with the wall. Mom's white, voluptuous body lay on my tall, strong frame.
Beneath her two plump, white buttocks, a thick, arm-like penis was rapidly thrusting in and out of her wet, white vagina. Both her vagina and
the area beneath the penis were covered in various milky-white secretions and clear fluids, indicating the intensity of this physical struggle.
Under my rapid and violent thrusting, Mom could only helplessly let me pound into her body.
Each thrust penetrated deep into Mom's core, then withdrew. This completely unreasonable thrusting
brought Mom to one peak after another. With the thickness and length of my penis, I completely subjugated Mom under my
lewd power. Her moans went from shyness to nakedness to frenzy, and finally, she could only let out long, trembling sounds, barely audible
.
"Ah... Mom is going to die... really dying." I felt Mom's cavity tightening in waves, and
the various folds of flesh seemed to be pressing in from all directions as if seeking revenge. Warm
streams of water began to gush from deep within her core again. This time, the intensity and duration of the jets were extremely long, repeatedly washing over the glans that was deeply embedded in her flower path
. My long-accumulated desire finally reached its limit. After thrusting wildly with the power of my hips for about twenty times, I
once again plunged my entire length deep into that tender flesh of her core, and began to ejaculate violently against her warm and slippery flower
.
Streams of my semen, filled with love and desire, splattered against the walls of my mother's flower room. I could
hear the rhythm of each spurt, the very frequency of her heartbeat. Her
body, which had been limp as mud, convulsed several times like a dying white fish under my powerful ejaculation
, before finally collapsing completely onto me.

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