[Midnight] -- Continued from Chapter Twelve

Li Rouqian had been waiting for this day. Her husband was still in the hospital when her son, Lu Zirong, returned.
When she received the call, her heart trembled. The words spoken on the phone made her blush. She hadn't
expected her son to convey his message in that way.
"Mom, I'm back. You?"
Li Rouqian glanced into the hospital room. Her daughter, Lu Ziyan, was taking care of her father, completely unaware of her presence
. She quickly covered the receiver and came out.
"I'm in the hospital, son. You're back?" Her voice was soft, tinged with a sweet joy.
"Yes, Mom. I'm taking a shower." Her son's tone was utterly disrespectful.
"Oh." Hearing this, Li Rouqian understood her son's intentions. Ever since hearing
those words from him on the phone, she knew that once he returned, she would lose her virginity to him. Although it was
something she had always dreamed of, the prospect of it filled her with trepidation. She looked around, relieved that her daughter hadn't followed her.
"You heartless bastard, you should wash yourself clean. You've been with so many women outside, how are you going to explain this to your mother?
" "Mom—are you listening?" Lu Zirong had actually been back for a while. After playing with Li Roumei, he
devised his first confrontation with his mother. Only after the plan was implemented did he call her.
"Yes, I'm listening." Li Rouqian's voice trembled slightly. She knew her son was taking a bath, washing himself clean.
"Your father is in the hospital." She didn't want to tell him this, but the words were on the tip of her tongue.
"What happened to my father, Rourou?" Lu Zirong said flirtatiously.
Li Rouqian felt a shiver run through her body upon hearing this, and a wetness seeped from her lower body. She called out again, her eyes
moistening.
"Rourou, come back first." Lu Zirong lay in the bathtub, speaking into the phone. He didn't care about
his father at all now.
"Okay, Mom will be back in a bit. Wait for Mom to scrub your back." Li Rouqian almost couldn't control herself,
speaking softly.
"Okay, Mom—I'm waiting for you. Hurry up, or I'll wait for you in bed," he listened to
the sounds on the other end of the line, knowing his mother's mood. "Rou Rou, your son will be done washing up soon and will be waiting for you in bed." He deliberately made
the sound of running water.
Li Rouqian's heart pounded shyly. "You rascal, you're so indecent." She said coquettishly, afraid others would hear. "Wash
yourself clean."
"Hehe, my dear Rou Rou, Mom. I'll wash myself very clean." Lu Zirong lay there happily,
looking at the large mirror that had just been installed on the ceiling.
"Then I'll hang up." Li Rouqian was still a little reluctant to leave.
"Mom—you're hanging up?" Lu Zirong wanted to say something more, but then he heard a "knock knock" sound on the phone
.
Li Rouqian had come back without her daughter Lu Ziyan's knowledge. She couldn't face
the scene of a mother and daughter having an affair with their son at the same time, even though her daughter had discussed it with her beforehand, she still couldn't shake off the pride of being a mother.
She wanted to see her son in the bathroom, meticulously planning every detail along the way, but she hadn't expected Lu Zirong to completely
deviate from her plan.
As she passed the bathroom, she heard Lu Zirong call out, "Rou Rou, come in."
It turned out her son was already waiting for her on her large bed; he was waiting for her in her mother's bed. Li Rouqian involuntarily
slowed her pace. All her carefully planned details were useless now. She didn't know how to face her son's first time.
Just as she hesitated, Lu Zirong came to her. "Mom—my Rou Rou." He hugged her tightly,
and she buried her face in his chest, too embarrassed to open her eyes, letting her son carry her into the bedroom.
Li Rouqian nestled in her son's large arms, unsure what to do with her hands. "Your father, he and your sister are in
the hospital." She had to bring this up again to hide her unease.
"Rou Rou, what happened to Da Qing?" Lu Zirong's tone had completely changed; he no longer avoided using
the name of his father, referring to him directly as Da Qing.
“Daqing, Daqing’s old problem has flared up again,” Li Rouqian said, following her son’s lead.
“Is he impotent again?” Lu Zirong asked flirtatiously, looking into his mother’s eyes.
“Nonsense!” Li Rouqian was hugged tightly by her son, and her heart pounded at his words.
“What nonsense am I talking about?” he teased his own mother. “Rou Rou, are you keeping watch over your wife again?”
Li Rouqian sighed. “Whether you’re keeping watch or not, don’t you know?” Her tone was full of resentment.
Lu Zirong looked at his mother’s delicate and pitiful eyes, and his lips slowly lowered.
Li Rouqian quickly put her hand between them; she didn’t want her son to do that at this moment.
Lu Zirong saw his mother’s hesitant expression but didn’t force her. He gently rubbed
his lips against his mother’s arm. “How would I know? My dear mother.”
“You’re bad!” Unexpectedly, his mother raised her hand and lightly slapped him. The slap made Lu Zirong’s heart flutter,
and he wished he could kiss her immediately.
He grabbed his mother's hand that was slapping him and put it to his lips. "How does a son know about his mother's private affairs?"
"Hmph! You don't know, you only know about your sister." His mother was clearly jealous.
Lu Zirong was speechless, silently looking at his mother. He knew that his mother already knew everything about him and his sister
, but because of her status, she had hesitated to act on her own wishes.
"Rou Rou, I know, Da Qing can't—" At this point, his mother suddenly covered his mouth. Mother
and son stood frozen, silently sensing each other's affection.
"Don't mention him, okay?" At this time, in this environment, the mother and son repeatedly mentioning their father always made
Li Rouqian, as his wife, feel uneasy.
"But I know that all these years, I've wronged you." After Lu Zirong removed his mother's hand from his mouth, he felt
that his mother's hand did not move away, but instead stroked down the corner of his mouth.
Li Rouqian let out a long, soft sigh. "As long as you understand your mother, that's enough."
"Rou Rou, is Da Qing really not going to make it?"
"Yes." Li Rouqian nodded.
"Good Rou Rou," Lu Zirong called out, his hand naturally supporting his mother's buttocks, his fingers pressing against
her crotch. He knew that over the years, although his mother had enjoyed a life of luxury, she had neglected her intimate life
.
Feeling her son's seemingly casual touch, Li Rouqian trembled, a seductive
glint appearing in her eyes.
"Mom, dear Mom, I've made you suffer," Lu Zirong called out, striding into the bedroom.
As she entered the large bedroom, Li Rouqian's heart pounded uncontrollably. She knew that entering
would fulfill her long-held wish, the thing she had dreamed of day and night; yet, amidst the joy, she was also
filled with worry. As a mother, was she really going to consummate the marriage with her son? From his tone,
she sensed he no longer saw her as his mother. Then why did he still seek out other women, and let those women
call her a whore?
Alas! Since ancient times, what man hasn't had multiple wives and concubines? It was inevitable that her son would have a few women outside.
Hadn't he said he wanted to use those women to send messages to his mother? Thinking of this,
a faint joy welled up within Li Rouqian.
But what was she to her son? He already had a legal wife, and he'd also had a relationship with his daughter. Was she considered his
concubine? Thinking this, her face involuntarily flushed. She hadn't even slept with her son yet, and she was already considering her status
. Oh well, who cares? She was his mother, his biological mother. He couldn't possibly sleep with his own mother
and then divorce her, could he?
Lu Zirong closed the door behind him, looked at his mother in his arms, and happily walked to the bedside.
"Rong'er, from now on, your mother will rely on you." For some reason, when Li Rouqian said this to her son
, it truly sounded like a woman submitting to her husband, seeking status through his advances.
“Mom, Daqing is impotent, I’ll make it up to you from now on.”
“You’re so mean! Even now, you’re still calling me Mom?”
Lu Zirong was taken aback. “If I don’t call you Mom, what should I call you?”
Li Rouqian sobbed, burying her head in his arms. “I… I don’t know.”
“Silly Rourou,” Lu Zirong said, climbing onto the bed as he placed his mother on it. “Then I won’t call you Mom.
Did you miss me, Rourou?” He looked into his mother’s eyes and pressed his finger to her sensual lips. “You are
my whore, Li Rouqian is Lu Zirong’s whore.”
“You bullied Mom, you went out and slept with other women, and—” Li Rouqian grimaced, wanting to cry. The scene that day was
unbearable for her. That whore was flirting with her son while cursing: Li Rouqian, you are Lu Zirong’s whore.
Lu Zirong looked at his mother, pulling her into his arms. Her long hair was spread across the bed, wrapped around his arms.
"Mom—I can't stand being out here." He knew his mother was referring to that matter, "and you're not here with me."
"Buzz—I'm not coming anymore, you're bullying Mom." Li Rouqian nestled in her son's arms, feeling a firm, strong
embrace.
Hearing this, Lu Zirong's penis instantly hardened. Seeing his mother's frail appearance, he forcefully
pulled her close, "Mom—" Before Li Rouqian could even look at him, his lips forcefully invaded hers.
"You're bad!" Li Rouqian pounded on her son's back, receiving a firm kiss.
"Dear Mom, I can't take it anymore." He thrust his large hands between his mother's legs, feeling the softness.
From her buttocks, he explored all the way to her nipples, finally pressing against her barely visible cleavage.
"You, you want to suffocate me?" Li Rouqian pulled away, looking at her son shyly, not daring to look up.
Lu Zirong looked at his mother before him, reflecting on the painstaking plans he had made for this final outcome over the past few days.
Now, his mother was right beside him, beneath him. He recalled a term he had learned in school—
"steaming one's mother and dominating one's daughter-in-law"—and he was actually going to steam his own mother and dominate his sister. He really wanted to steam his own mother.
"Rou Rou, didn't you want me to come back soon? I'm back, what do you want?" He lifted his mother's chin,
making her look at him. Li Rouqian, treated this way by her son, wanted to pull away but couldn't, so she simply looked directly at
him.
Lu Zirong teasingly touched the corner of his mother's slightly upturned lips with his finger. Li Rouqian felt
the happiness she had longed for day and night.
"I want," she said, reaching her hand into Lu Zirong's hard member pressing against her buttocks, grasping
it tightly, "I want your cock." Her face turned as red as a sheet.
Lu Zirong hadn't expected his usually dignified and demure mother to say such crude words, and he instantly
became aroused. At the same time, his hand pressed inside through the fabric.
“Mom, you said it yourself, so I’ll leave my son to you.” He lowered his head and kissed her, his gaze burning with passion
as he looked at his mother.
“My thoughts are outside your heart, my heart resides in a jade pot.” Lu Zirong casually recited a line, knowing his mother
particularly loved poetry, often reciting it even at times like this.
“You know my feelings, my heart is left here—” Li Rouqian recited.
“Rou Rou, you know my heart, what’s the next line?” He pressed his hand against his mother’s vulva, caressing its ample shape.
“The next line, I want you to say.” She unconsciously positioned herself beside her son, clearly
offering herself, but at that moment, even she didn’t realize it.
Lu Zirong played with his mother as he pleased. Even through her pants, he could roughly feel the shape of her
vulva—not too big, not too small, a notch larger than his sister Ziyan’s. She mentally compared the lines and recited, "My heart
is cast aside; I feel your tenderness and sweetness, my mother's flower blooms beneath the jade pot."
"Oh dear, you little beast, do you really want your mother to be your concubine?" Although she spoke these words to reveal her motherly
status, she was secretly pleased.
"Moonlight, naked body, my heart is full of spring passion with nowhere to go, I miss that jade-like man, my heart, I can't put
down that gun, though my body is old, my heart is with you, my dreams are in the pleasure quarters, when will I get that fiery sunrise! Mother, your son
has already placed this gun here." Lu Zirong remembered the day his sister had read his diary to their mother,
and naturally began to manipulate his penis, though he hadn't yet revealed it to his mother.
"Oh dear, you deserve to die! Where do you want your mother to put her face?" Li Rouqian heard her son remember clearly, and
for a moment she was overjoyed, but she couldn't let go of her pride. Seeing the tent her son was deliberately erect
between his legs, she was momentarily tempted, but restrained by her status, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Yanzi knows, Rou Rou, you want to be a whore and also have a virtuous reputation," she said, her hands moving...
Unconsciously, he increased the force, thrusting his finger, along with her underwear, deep into her mother's body. Li Rouqian shuddered, and
a white fluid welled up from within.
She couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "You're bad!" Her body went limp, as if she wanted to press against him.
Lu Zirong's finger was already halfway in. From his mother's eyes, he saw a mixture of love and hate. He pushed it in
a little further. Li Rouqian felt the friction inside and frowned, a
hint of resistance in her eyes. Lu Zirong knew this wouldn't be pleasant for his mother, but as a man accustomed to flirting with women,
even with his mother, he couldn't resist using those seductive tricks. He bent his finger, prying it out from between his mother's upper lips,
brushing it against her clitoris. Even that fleeting glimpse was enough to send a shiver down Li Rouqian's spine like never before
. "I'm going to die!" She squeezed her legs together, trying to suppress the involuntary moans of pleasure that escaped her nostrils, but
she couldn't completely hide it. Though it was only a low moan, it sounded like thunder to her son,
after all, it was aroused by him. He slowly withdrew from his mother's body, his hand climbing up her waist, using
his fingertips to untie the elastic band, and slowly crawling inside.
"Mom, do you remember Su Shi's poem?" Crawling over his mother's high, bulging mons pubis, a strand of pubic hair
was already between his two fingers, Lu Zirong gently rubbing it, looking into his mother's eyes. At this moment, Li Rouqian didn't refuse;
she was worried that her excessive reserve would scare her son away. But what kind of man was Lu Zirong? In front of women, he
was a man who wouldn't give up until he reached his goal.
"Which poem of his do you want?" Li Rouqian felt her son's hand rolling and tracing on her pubic mound, gently
twisting each curly pubic hair. She felt a surge of desire, a longing to let his hand reach down and cover that sensitive
spot. But this was her son; no matter how much she wanted to, she wouldn't tell him that she wanted him, wanted him to have sex with
her. Looking at her son's expectant expression, she knew he was about to twist the ancient poems again, but
she didn't know which of Su Shi's poems would be more suitable at this moment. She hadn't expected that her own considerable knowledge of poetry over the years would
have influenced her son as well.
"Viewed horizontally, it's a ridge; viewed vertically, it's a peak," Lu Zirong recited, emphasizing each word as he surveyed his mother's body, wanting
her to savor the meaning. Li Rouqian, of course, knew what her son meant by reciting this poem; it
implied her high breasts, full hips, and deep cleavage. This little beast, after all, was an experienced womanizer
; he certainly knew everything his mother's position encapsulated.
"Different from near and far, high and low," the mother and son recited simultaneously, but Li Rouqian and Lu Zirong read it with only
one word difference. Li Rouqian read it as the original poem, thinking that it was quite charming in this context. Her figure,
after all, was full and shapely, with curves in all the right places, but it lacked a finishing touch, making it seem
less appealing. Lu Zirong, however, read it as "Different from near and far, high and low, different flavors." Li Rouqian was taken aback, but upon closer
reflection, she understood the meaning of her son's one-word change. The mother described it superficially, while the son captured
the inner essence of a woman. A woman's appearance varies from near and far, but her high, full figure is not only visually appealing but also deeply sensually
captivating. As the saying goes, a woman should be admired from afar and also touched intimately. Admiring from afar is to appreciate
a woman's beauty, while touching intimately is to play with every part of her body. Lu Zirong, through this alteration of the poem,
saw the beauty of his mother's mature body and expressed his desire: he wanted to
play with every part of his mother's body, from riding, straddling, lying prone, all the way to rear-entry. Each position would naturally have its own unique charm,
and as a son, he could savor the pleasure of stimulating his mother. This is the true meaning behind the alteration.
Li Rouqian, with her gentle and intelligent nature, naturally understood this as well. As the saying goes, "Apes cherish those who are kindred spirits," and they were of one mind. As she was contemplating
the subtleties, she heard her son continue reciting: "Not recognizing the true face of one's mother." Suddenly, Li Rouqian had an inspiration and echoed
her son: "Only because the body is in the heart of the vagina."
After saying this, she gave a coy smile, which her son found incredibly alluring. Lu Zirong felt as if his soul had been bewitched,
his bones practically melting. He hadn't expected his middle-aged mother to still possess such charm. This kind of experience was something he only
ever enjoyed in the pleasure quarters, but today his mother had given him a taste of it all, leaving half his body
numb.
"Rou Rou, my dear mother, your son is now inside your cunt." He leaned over and embraced
Li Rouqian.
Li Rouqian felt a little embarrassed by her son's gaze. "Rong'er, you naughty boy, all you know is going out and whoring with those
shady women." She rubbed her son's long member and sighed deeply.
Lu Zirong was captivated by his mother's tenderness. He withdrew his hand and slipped it between his mother's legs, touching
her high, bulging mons pubis. “Rou Rou, you’re not here again, your son misses you,” he kissed her,
“misses your slutty—” He started to say, but his mother covered his mouth.
“Don’t talk nonsense!” Li Rouqian looked at her son reproachfully, “Mom will be by your side from now on, whenever you
miss me, Mom will be there.”
“Rou Rou, my dear Rou Rou.” Lu Zirong moved his mother’s buttocks in front of him and took off his clothes.
Li Rouqian sighed, feeling her son’s eyes staring at her lewdly. “Rong’er, are you sincere
?”
“Mom, dear Mom, is your son and I fake?” Years of dreams made Lu Zirong greedily inhale
his mother’s scent, his lewd member lying long between his legs. Having seen so many women’s things, this was
the first time he had seen his own mother’s, and Lu Zirong couldn’t help but reach out and touch it.
“If you are sincere, why do you always look for other women?” Her son’s large hand was already touching down from her high
mons pubis. She didn’t know if this was out of her son’s sincerity, or if it was like him playing with other women.
“Mother,” Lu Zirong said joyfully, disappearing from the messy pubic hair into the cleft. “If
I hadn’t been looking for someone outside all these years, why didn’t you keep me here all those years ago?”
“Mother didn’t dare, did she? Mother couldn’t escape worldly conventions,” Li Rouqian said softly, her breath spraying onto her son’s face
.
“Rou Rou, give it to me. Give it to your son.” He said, lowering his head, turning his mother’s buttocks towards him, and
taking her into his mouth.
"Ah—" Li Rouqian's breath quickened from the stimulation of her son's wildness.
"Rou Rou, I won't go to prostitutes anymore," he said, taking his mother's labia into his mouth, then probing inside with his tongue,
licking Li Rouqian. "I'll only patronize you from now on."
"Mother will patronize you, just don't forget your mother when you see your sister."
Lu Zirong knew his mother was jealous, so he moved his hips, searching for his mother's "tools. "
"I won't forget," he said, tracing a path across his mother's vulva and pressing against her clitoris.
"Ah—Rong'er, Rong'er." Li Rouqian's hips moved rapidly, "No, Mother can't take it."
Lu Zirong greedily watched his mother's lewd state, knowing that from now on his mother would submit to him,
becoming his woman.
"I'll make you unable to take it." He teasingly admired her.
“You’re bad, you bad son, even sleeping with your own mother.”
Lu Zirong bit his mother’s vulva. “Dear mother, don’t you like being slept with by your son?
Aren’t all those diary entries you wrote about your longing for your son? I crave your presence, I crave your heart to belong to me, the world
in my hands, I in your hands, I crave—I crave you to return to your eternal home, I crave you to return
to my full heart—Rong, I dreamt of you again—Rong—I crave to become your new mother, to become your bedmate
, as long as there is an afterlife—your firmness is my joy, your masculinity is the wave of my life.”
“You? I’m ignoring you. You and your sister ganged up on your mother.” Li Rouqian was filled with shame and indignation. She hadn’t expected her
son to see all her inner secrets, and for a moment she wanted to disappear into the ground.
“Don’t you think about it every day? About my cock?” He said, then suddenly remembered something.
“How’s Dad’s illness?”
“He’s in the hospital.” Hearing her son mention her husband at this moment, Li Rouqian felt strange.
“You still care about him?” She gestured to her son, and Lu Zirong quickly kissed his mother’s lips. The two played
with each other’s genitals, entwined on the bed.
“It’s not concern, Mother, I just want to—” He held his mother’s tongue in his mouth, licking it.
“I want to think that if he left a day earlier, this family, along with all the women in this family, would belong to me.”
“Isn’t Mom already yours?”
“But I’m not at ease yet. I want to make you my complete woman.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Rou’er, call me.” Li Rouqian clung to her son, her large penis being played with by him
. She understood what her son wanted her to call her, feeling a shy and touched warmth in her heart. She knew that after calling him that, her son
would never treat her as his mother again.
“Rong’er, my man.”
Lu Zirong never imagined his mother would call him that. Man, I am her man, my mother’s man.
“Mother, my dear mother.”
He embraced her body, his eyes meeting hers. The forbidden pleasure stimulated him, making him forget all
worldly conventions and ethics.
“From now on, you are my woman, Mother. I said, I will sleep with any woman Father has slept with.
Tonight I will sleep with you, with my dear mother.”
After saying that, the two embraced and entwined again.
“That Yanzi—” The woman’s mind was as meticulous as a needle, not at all wrong.
Lu Zirong knew that his mother was still bothered by this. While untying his mother’s belt, his hand
slid down his mother’s warm navel, and he asked softly, “What do you think?”
“You dead man, why are you asking me?” She quickly grabbed her son’s large penis below.
“I want Mother to tell me. Tell your man.”
Li Rouqian thought for a moment and said, “Do you like Mother more, or your sister?”
“Of course Mother, your son is flesh of your body.” Lu Zirong entered that warm passage again.
"You're such a chatterbox! If you still like your sister, then keep her. I won't fight with her." Li Rouqian said tolerantly,
knowing her son wouldn't abandon his daughter.
"Dear Mother, truly my dear Mother, I will definitely make you my first wife."
His penis was erect, glaring at his mother's every move.
Li Rouqian closed her eyes lovingly and softly recited: "
Morning steps between the clitoris and dark clouds, mother's joy and son's love return daily.
Soft cries and wanton moans cannot be stopped, a gentle thrust has already crossed the mountain of incest.
" (The End)

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