Chaotic Relationships

Chaotic Fate (Part 1)
Spring Sunset The sun set in the west, and golden clouds hung in the sky. The remaining light seeped through the clouds and poured thinly onto the ground, covering the entire earth with a layer of golden sand. It was the beginning of spring, and even the setting sun could not stop the power of life. The thick snow in a large house began to melt, and the branches of ivy poked their green heads out. Five or six servants were busy preparing for the New Year in the courtyard, chatting idly. "Is the madam still teaching the young master to write?" one old servant asked another. "Yes, Madam is taking the young master out, so we must prepare his luggage," another old servant replied loudly. Perhaps due to his advanced age, his hearing was failing.
A , "Two old folks." "Spring is here! Spring is here! There's work to do again this year..." "All you know is work, no wonder you can't find a wife!" "You say I only know how to find a wife, but I haven't seen you find a lady like Madam!" "You foul mouth, take this broom!" The two young servants frolicked, having their last snowball fight of the year. The courtyard suddenly became quite lively; with the arrival of spring, everything seemed so vibrant. The springtime atmosphere in the courtyard naturally drifted into the house. Inside, the violets in the rooms sprouted
tiny new buds, and tender green vines climbed towards the desk. On the desk lay the Four Treasures of the Study, but
their . A few candles on the mahogany desk flickered unnaturally, illuminating a few slightly damp
characters on the rice paper: "Who says that the heart of a blade of grass can repay the warmth of spring?" In this windless season, the flickering candlelight was caused by the trembling of the wooden bed beside the desk. The bed, also made of mahogany, though dimly lit, still revealed its exquisite craftsmanship. What made the large
wooden bed tremble was the intertwined, snow-white bodies of a man and a woman. The woman gasped softly, half-pushing, half-resisting. "Yu'er... let go of your mother! Is this how you repay your mother
?... Don't... don't..." Her hands were already restrained by the man's waist, her plump, fair legs trying to push away the man pressing down on
her , but the more she tried, the stronger the beast on her became. The man lifted the tiger's head that was rubbing against her pink skin, his lips moving to the woman's earlobe, gently biting and sucking.
"Mother, don't be afraid, no one will know. Let Yu'er repay you properly..." After saying that, he freed his left hand, gently turned the head of the beauty beneath him, and kissed her. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." The woman tried to move her head, her teeth clenched, trying to stop this sinful act from continuing, but she felt
she could no longer think. The man's tongue had somehow entered her lips, and
the wildness of his tongue and the swaying of his lower body through her underwear made her, in the prime of her life, lose her senses. Gradually, she
followed the rhythm, accepting the saliva from his mouth. Her legs began to go weak, and her pink underwear
became unconsciously damp. Her slightly plump waist began to twist, and her hands instinctively went to
the man 's neck. The soft candlelight flickered across her vision, and she felt as if she were in a dream. It was just a kiss, yet
it made her feel so wonderful, so comfortable… But the harsh realities of life brought her back to reality. She struggled to pull away from
the man 's lips, only to be met with another wave of passionate kisses… The scattered wetness had already merged into a large patch of moisture. If
it weren't for the coolness on her chest, she wouldn't even know that he had pulled down her bodice. The man gently pinched the bud of her left breast between his fingers, while his other hand lingered at her last line of defense.
His lips slowly slid down to her right breast, playing with it. Under his
caresses became erect and proud. "Yu'er... ah... like this... ah~ mother and son... we are... ah..." Her mouth was dry after their lips parted, and after this further teasing, she was incoherent. Her cheeks flushed
, and her whole body swayed and rose with the man's sucking. Seeing the time was right, the man sealed her lips again,
removing the last barrier between her legs with one hand, while the other slowly slipped into her forbidden zone from the base of her thighs. He
gently kneaded her clitoris, and the spring water, stimulated by the foreplay, flowed endlessly along his hand. The woman felt as if her body was a puppet being pulled along a string. Each time this little beast gently squeezed, a wonderful sensation would
emanate from her clitoris, filling her entire body with a wonderful feeling. She felt waves of emptiness and loneliness in her flower chamber. Each time she
tensed her pink arms, trying to resist this feeling, she was repeatedly defeated by the tingling spasms in her lower body. Her eyes were hazy as she gazed at the man pressing down on her, as if hesitating about something, yet also anticipating
something. Her desire to resist was gradually eroded by the man's playful teasing, while her primal desires
grew wildly like weeds. Whenever the man's crotch was freely touching a certain part of her body, she felt how
sensitive that place could be, how pleasurable it could be. Her beautiful moans and soft gasps were beyond
her control... He pulled down his trousers with one hand, revealing a strong and clean white penis.
He pressed the large head against the alluring opening between his legs, teasingly rubbing the two petals together. Sometimes he would gently insert
a small part of his massive head but not go all the way in, sometimes he would rub against the petals, making the loneliness of the woman's flower chamber even more intense. The soft, fragrant little bean had turned red and stood erect, as if it were about to sprout and take root. Outside the exquisite, enchanting cave, the spring water overflowed like a newly formed spring.
The man leaned close to the woman's ear and said, "Mother, I will take good care of you." "Ah...no...Yu'er...must listen to Mother...ah...down there...no..." Faced with her overflowing body, and the man's teasing with his enormous member, these words of
resistance sounded more like encouragement. A slight smile played on the man's lips. He parted the beauty's legs with his hands and thrust forcefully with the muscles of his lower body
, opening the gates of his life. "Ah...uh...Yu'er..." The woman let out a soul-stirring moan as the man entered her. As his thrusts gradually quickened,
the ethics in her mind were gradually swallowed up by the repeated thrusts. She even hoped that the man could go deeper
, but every time she reached that ethical limit, she would come back to her senses. However, the onslaught of pleasure made her unconsciously
cooperate with the lewd thrusts and passionate kisses. She no longer knew what she was thinking. She only knew
that it felt good, but it was also not good. She couldn't stop. She could only gasp repeatedly, "Faster...
Yu'er...faster...stop...I'm your mother..." Her body was like a fat sheep on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of the wild little beast on her body. This little beast not only knew how to butcher a sheep, but also possessed the skill of a master butcher dissecting an ox. Sometimes he plunged deep into her
flower garden, relieving her emptiness; sometimes he penetrated shallowly to a near-comfortable depth, yet never quite giving her
full satisfaction ; sometimes he thrust fiercely into her flower cave like a tiger descending a mountain, and sometimes he moved like a snake, slowly entering her beautiful, narrow passage
. In this small bedroom, she sometimes felt like she was on cloud nine, and sometimes like she was falling—feelings even her husband
had never given her. But how could she understand why it was her own son who brought her such satisfaction! In
this ethically charged act of lovemaking, she had to simultaneously enjoy and suffer in this chaotic web of desire
. During intercourse, the man also felt the woman's tight, winding passage. Although bound by ethical constraints, she
cried out "No, no!", but the walls of her flesh miraculously tightened, as if sucking in the invading man.
The root, and the winding flower path, scraped his huge head uncomfortably. "Ah... Yu'er... no... don't be so rough... it will hurt your body... um..." Suddenly, the man lifted her lower body and thrust in rapidly. Her jade legs were held
against his waist, his voice became hoarse, and his body began to thrust with all his might, as if he wanted
to drain . Where the penis and vagina joined, with the "slap slap" of the two bodies colliding, glistening love fluid spurted out exaggeratedly, and the woman's panting seemed to be in sync,
forming a beautiful movement with the lewd sounds of the collision. "Mother... Yu'er... I can't... I can't take it anymore..." Suddenly, the man's body convulsed, and all his muscles exploded into his lower body with an astonishing force, even
shaking the mahogany bed. The woman's entire body was lifted into a beautiful crescent moon. She felt a
hot torrent rush into her lower body, followed by a gush of vaginal fluid. She trembled and collapsed onto the mahogany bed, tears of pleasure or regret streaming down her alluring
eyes ... "Buddha, please punish me. I have done
such a thing, it is all my fault, it has nothing to do with my son..." After the incest, the woman felt deep remorse. She knelt in front of the bed and repented before the Buddha statue. The bright candlelight illuminated a
woman who looked over thirty, with willow-leaf eyebrows, long eyelashes, alluring eyes, a pair of pink lips, and a
voluptuous and graceful body. "Mother, don't be afraid. This isn't the first time we've done this. Besides, our union
is actually the will of Heaven!" The young man revealed a pair of thick eyebrows and large eyes, with a youthful face, looking about fifteen or sixteen years old. It was hard to imagine that the
passionate lovemaking just now was done by such a young boy. He put on his clothes, covering his well-built body, and
draped an outer garment over his mother. "If it weren't for that coincidence that night, Mother, you wouldn't have been able to unite with Yu'er. It's clear that it was the will
of Heaven. Moreover, Mother is at the age where she needs things, and Father has passed away. Of course, it's
a son you don't need to blame yourself. If it's wrong, it's the fault of an unfilial son!" The young man spoke with youthful vigor, completely disregarding ethics in his words. "What should we do...
what should we do?" With such a "rebellious son," Yu'er's mother didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse. Two lines of tears streamed down her face. "Yu'er, you will grow up, have a family, get married and have children. Your mother only wants you to study hard, achieve success
in the future , and marry a good family. I don't want you to spend your time being so filial to your mother." Parents' hearts are always full of love and conflicted when faced with their son, who is also their lover. "Mother, I only want you! I only love you, Mother!" Yu'er looked at her mother with wide eyes and said earnestly. "Mother is very happy to hear this, but one day Mother will grow old, and you are only sixteen years old. Mother does not want to waste your
time ..." "Mother, I will not. Mother will always be young in my eyes!" "Yu'er, don't be silly. You are still young..." Before her mother could finish her long speech, Yu'er kissed her mother's lips. After their lips parted, Yu'er
said seriously, "Mother, you wait!" After saying that, she got up and went to the wardrobe. After a while, Yu'er returned with her mother's wedding dress from that year in her hand. The woman was puzzled
and asked, "Yu'er, what is this?" Yu'er covered her mother with the wedding veil, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Mother, I want to take you into my family!"
Chaotic Fate (Part Two)
The moonlight was enchanting and the soft moonlight outlined the contours of the dark clouds. It pierced through the dark
clouds of the night and gave the quiet of the snow-melting night a gentle touch. The moonlight was alluring and gently caressed
the small town that was bustling with people during the day. At this time, most of the people had already entered a sweet dream. "Gu~ Gua'er... Gu~ Gua'er... Gu~ Gua'er..." A group of frogs occasionally croaked in the fields, as if heralding the arrival of spring, further highlighting the peace and
tranquility of the night. The streets and alleys were deserted at dusk, except for the occasional old man who passed by, pushing a small cart and gently shaking
a small brass bell, swaying his head as if reciting a poem, "In the dead of night... be careful of fire...
in the dead of night ...
be careful of fire..." The old man's slightly hunched back was stretched long by the moonlight. Suddenly, four bright spots darted out of the shadows, flashing swiftly, and appeared on the roof tiles in an instant. Two agile wildcats appeared in the moonlight, biting and rubbing against each other, as if
fighting, or perhaps playing among animals. "Meow...!!... Mmm..." The cries of cats pierced the peace of the night, but these two rutting animals did not disturb anyone's
sweet dreams, except for Ouyang Yuexiang under the roof tiles. Yuexiang was once a nun, but a flood destroyed her temple, forcing her to return to secular life to make a living. Naturally beautiful , she
happened to share the same surname as Sima Tong, and soon caught the eye of the young General Sima Hao. Seventeen years ago, she married into
the Sima family, and a year later, she gave birth to a child. Because the child was born with a body as white as jade, even his "little calf" was flawless, everyone loved him and named him "Yu," with the nickname "Yu'er." Although her husband was often away on campaigns, the family
lived comfortably due to the emperor's favor. However, unfortunately, Sima Hao was accidentally poisoned by an arrow while on campaign with the emperor half a year ago and died on
the battlefield... Yuexiang was disturbed by the cries of two wild cats on the roof. Her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, she
sighed softly from her vermilion cherry lips, put on a silk nightgown, and stood by the window. With a flick of her slender hand, she brushed aside the bangs that had fallen during her passionate encounter with her son. Biting her lower lip,
she gazed wistfully at the vast night sky. Moonlight filtered through the paper window, cascading over the melancholy beauty's graceful figure, swirling
around her body beneath the thin gauze nightgown—a scene of captivating allure. She turned her peach-like buttocks to the side, twisting her pink waist, wanting to see Sima Yu lying beside her, only to find him gone
. Just as she was wondering what was happening, a warm embrace enveloped her from behind; it was her son who had draped
a . "Mother, be careful not to catch a cold," he said, gently pulling his mother, who was wrapped up like a little dumpling, into his arms. The sight of her sensible son only added to Yuexiang's inner conflict. If it were simply her son, she could happily
say, "Yu'er has become sensible." However, the guilt of incest between mother and son lingered in her mind
. She wanted to push away her son's inappropriate intimacy, yet she couldn't resist the youthful, slightly immature
aura , and the gentle embrace of his arms. Each time her son half-pushed her into his arms, she couldn't help but want to lean against
his strong chest, to entrust everything to Yu'er, just as she had nestled in her husband's arms years ago. But in front of her son, she was, after all, a mother. She rationally resisted for a moment,
and then Yu'er, as usual, used a little force to grab Yuexiang's slender left wrist and pulled her into
his arms . Ouyang Yu leaned in to kiss his mother again, but she stopped him with her right hand. "Yu'er,
don't say things like that again..." Ouyang Yuexiang looked into her son's eyes and said seriously. This was understandable. Although her son had engaged in such an absurd affair with her, it was all due to a twist of fate.
Besides, humans are driven by desire; everyone has lustful desires. Since the mistake was ordained by heaven,
then so be it. However, for the usually conservative Ouyang Yuexiang, this matter of her son marrying her was something that would incur divine retribution.
It was like a thunderbolt from the blue. No wonder when Yu'er foolishly asked her to wear a wedding dress and marry him, her face immediately
changed, tears streaming down her face, leaving her sensible yet rebellious son at a loss. "Mother... I understand, I will never mention marrying you again..." he said, taking his mother's slender, beautiful finger, which she was trying to block, into his mouth and sucking on it. "Yu'er... let go... don't..." Yuexiang was about to pull her finger out of her son's mouth when she realized that her son had already attacked her from below. Her
fingertip was being caressed by his tongue, sending a strange, tingling sensation through her. Yu'er's arms had somehow moved up to
her ample buttocks, and she knew that she would soon be limp under her son's body again. Yu'er embraced his mother, pulling her face down onto the edge of the bed. Yuexiang, as his mother, understood that her son seemed
to have some new ideas. Thinking of his school tomorrow, her maternal instincts kicked in again. She looked at
her son , "Yu'er, that's enough for today…you need to take care of yourself…let's stop for today." "Mother, it's past midnight now, today's just beginning~" he said, giving her a mischievous smile typical of a young boy. Sima Yu guided his mother's legs apart, exposing her moist petals to his view. Although she was a thirty-three-year-old woman, Yuexiang had never been
handled like this since her wedding night with her husband, and she couldn't help but feel shy. "Yu'er, don't do this…don't look at me like that…" Being young and curious, Sima Yu knew that his mother's private parts were an extraordinary place of pleasure
, but because his mother was always reserved, she always stubbornly prevented him from looking directly at them. Thus, in the past few months, he
had never seen his mother's truly alluring garden. Having the chance today, he was eager to feast his eyes. His gaze, like a wolf's, swept over the wondrous
features bestowed upon the opposite sex by heaven, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Mother, you are so beautiful, you are so beautiful..." "Yu'er, don't... don't look anymore..." Yuexiang tried to pull her legs back, but found that her jade-like legs were already on her son's shoulders, and her hands
were powerless because her lower limbs were slightly raised. At this moment, she felt that her position was like a crab. Usually, she was dignified and virtuous. How could outsiders
imagine that this virtuous mother, who could serve guests and cook, would be so lewd in the bedroom, especially in
front of her own son? "Yu'er, don't use your mouth there... um... ah... don't bite... don't. Don't be naughty... um... ah... ah..." Yuexiang lay on the edge of the bed, her cheeks flushed with a blush that was both wanton and shy. Her genitals were so
thoroughly exposed, making her feel extremely ashamed. Being held up and teased by her son with his mouth filled her with shame and burning desire. Sima
Yu teased Yuexiang's clitoris with his left hand while lifting his mother's buttocks with his right,
creating for his head to penetrate. He curiously surveyed this mysterious place, occasionally tasting his mother's love juice with his tongue. He
parted his mother's pink and mature petals, sometimes gently biting, sometimes kissing and licking wildly, like a hungry
worm devouring its newly captured prey. "Yu'er, um...uh...ah..." Her young son's boldness and directness made her feel both novel and uncomfortable, but each time she eventually followed
his rhythm with her erotic instincts. "Ah!..." Yuexiang's lower body spasmed, her buttocks instinctively thrust forward, her legs tightly clamping her son's head, and her clear
vaginal fluid gushed out like a fountain. Under the onslaught of this tongue's touch, she couldn't help but surrender, her lower body gushing forth, spraying her love juices onto her son's
face. Sima Yu, watching this wondrous sight, scraped a drop of love juice from his face, smeared it on his lips, and savored it. "So
this is what they mean by 'beauty is food for the eyes'!" Sima Yu suddenly remembered a phrase he had learned from his teacher yesterday: "beauty is food for the eyes." He lowered his mother's lower limbs and turned her over. "Mother, your lower body is so beautiful... as beautiful as a flower...
" He couldn't find the most eloquent words to describe this enchanting place, but these explicit words
were enough to make Yuexiang blush again. She breathed heavily, her vision blurred, "Yu'er... you can't
tease your mother like this anymore..." "Mother, Yu'er will listen to you, Yu'er will listen to you from now on..." As he spoke, Sima Yu, who could no longer restrain himself, pulled out his already erect, white jade rod and thrust it straight into his mother's flower slit
. Because of the teasing earlier, his mother's flower path was as slippery as a waterfall. There was no need for further hesitation. He
gently inserted his dragon head, then tenderly thrust forward into her buttocks. "Ah..." The dragon head scraped against the flower wall, reaching the heart of her flower, pressing against the fleshy crown at the base of her vulva, making Yuexiang feel incredibly
uncomfortable. "Yu...Yu'er, give it to Mother...give it all to Mother..." Yuexiang's jade legs were already wrapped around her son's waist. For the first time, he felt his mother being so proactive. So,
he lifted his mother off the edge of the bed, using both hands to lift her peach-like buttocks and loosen them. He felt that his mother was the most important, the greatest, and the most beautiful person in the world, and he wanted to give her everything. With each
thrust, he deeply penetrated the bottom of his mother's body. "Yu'er...uh...uh...Mother...Mother is so happy...so happy...uh...ah..." Sima Yu's two balls, like shimmering bullets in the night, slapped against his mother's body with each thrust, making a carnal
impact sound. "Yu'er~ Water your mother with more force... water your mother with more force. Ah... ah... Mother is blooming... blooming..." Yuexiang was completely immersed in it. Her whole body rose and fell with her son's movements. She seemed to have forgotten
that it was her son who was with her. Her eyes had drifted to the stars in the night sky. She had fallen into
the night and was immersed in this feeling. She thought it was so beautiful. The night was so beautiful. Tonight was so beautiful... That night,
in the Sima residence, the silhouettes of two dark figures danced and swayed behind the paper window to the melodious moans and groans.
The moonlight swirled around, providing background music for the dance. The dance was so crazy and passionate. It seemed like it
would stop... Outside the paper window, the bright eyes of a pair of wildcats flashed by... "Mother, although I can't take you as my wife,
I'm so happy to be with you every day..." Sima Yu hugged Yuexiang in his arms. After the madness, both of them were a little exhausted. Yuexiang was covered in
sweat, and her hair was naturally disheveled. In the past few months, Yuexiang seemed to have experienced a second honeymoon, sometimes even feeling
more comfortable and fulfilled than a newlywed couple. Initially shy, she gradually became half-compliant, and now slightly proactive. Sometimes, her
gaze would drift to her son's bulging, veiny penis, and a strange sense of grandeur would rise within her. A mother's
joy at her son's growth and a lover's satisfaction with their relationship intertwined, making her feel a strange pleasure despite
the guilt . However, her role as a mother only faded during her climax; when the tide receded, she was still Yu'er's
mother. And the most frequent thing a mother would say to her son was, "Mother will leave Yu'er one day,
and Yu'er will find a girl he likes..." "Mother, Yu'er only wants you..." Sima Yu tightly embraced the beauty in his arms, afraid that one day she would truly leave him. Sima Yu was still
a child after all, and in front of his mother, he would still act spoiled and throw tantrums. Yuexiang smiled gently, leaning against her son's chest, wondering if
these ... As the distinctive scent of a boy filled her
nostrils, she slowly slumped into her son's arms... What exactly happened three months ago...?
Chaotic Fate (Part 3) Memories (Part 1)
Rewind to three months ago… The north wind howled, the white grass bent low, and the Central
Plains were a pristine white. Sunlight, accompanied by scattered snowflakes, slowly descended from the sky, its intensity seemingly
tinged with cold by the pure white snow, casting a chill over the earth. Looking around, one could see rows of strangely shaped footprints in the snow, but the owners of these footprints were nowhere to be seen
. At this time, most trees had long since withered and fallen, but amidst the white snow of winter, a glimmer of spring had emerged
—a solitary, proud snow plum tree stood tall in the cold snow. “Ugh… ugh…” A sudden gust of north wind raged, whistling through the trees. Withered branches and fallen leaves began to sway in the wind, their
branches colliding with a crackling sound. The trunks were pulled precariously by the wind, the slender trees seemingly about to flip halfway
around, yet they did not break. Only the proud snow plum stood tall, refusing to dance with the cold wind. It stood gracefully, unmoved by the swaying of the other trees.
The fierce wind ceased, and snowflakes scattered onto its branches, gently draping it in a silvery-white gown
. Suddenly, another gust of wind swept by, lifting a pink snow plum blossom from its branch. Glistening snowflakes danced with the fluttering petals, swirling in the air. It circled a few times high in the sky before
reluctantly drifting down into a courtyard. It slid down a doorway, entered a study, and then landed
on the dragon-patterned border of a mahogany desk. The desk belonged to a young man in white. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, fair skin, and a sharply defined face with
a high, straight nose. Upon closer inspection, one could see a small, hard lump in the middle of his throat and
a tiny tuft of short mustache on his chin. His hair was neatly combed, indicating that he
came from a scholarly family and appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was writing on rice paper with a brush. The wolf-hair brush tip was evenly dipped in ink, and his strokes flowed smoothly
. The ink held in the brush was used perfectly with each stroke. The square regular script written on the rice paper
, though slightly immature in style, was full of spirit, with each character well-proportioned and balanced. For someone so young to have
such skill in calligraphy, hard work alone was not enough; he must have received guidance from a master. Just as he was focused on his calligraphy, a touch of pink caught his eye. He looked around and saw that it
was a pink plum blossom. He put down his brush, picked up the snow plum blossom with curiosity, and turned to say, "Mother, look, what a
beautiful snow plum blossom." A graceful woman in blue walked over. She looked to be over thirty, but she was very charming and beautiful. She had
her hair styled a bun with a silver hairpin in the bun, while the rest of her hair was tied up behind her head. She had a
fair and rosy oval face, eyes like peach petals, eyebrows like willow leaves, and a beauty mark on the left side of her vermilion lips. Although separated by a blue dress, one could still imagine the pair of high, firm breasts behind the dress, and the pair of smooth, plump peach -shaped
buttocks. Looking at her from head to toe, this young woman gave people a sense of curvaceousness and exquisite
beauty , just like the tune of a certain poet: "Hands like tender shoots, skin like congealed fat, neck like a cicada's, teeth like melon seeds,
a beautiful forehead and eyebrows, a charming smile, and beautiful, bright eyes." She reached out her slender hand and took the pink plum blossom. Her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly as she slowly said, "Yu'er, I always teach
you not to be distracted. You've been practicing your writing for two hours, which is a good thing, but you're so easily distracted by this little flower.
How will you learn well in the future? Your father is fighting in the army, hoping every day that you will pass the imperial examinations. Yet you're here enjoying the flowers, not
thinking about ... @@￥％￥％￥@……@￥…………" "Sigh..." Sima Yu had only wanted his mother to enjoy the flowers and be happy, but instead he was met with a barrage of nagging, leaving him quite helpless
. He quietly let out a long sigh. But this small action did not escape Ouyang Yuexiang's notice. She paused for a moment, then gently
tugged at her son's left ear and began to speak softly again, "Yu'er, why are you sighing again? Are you just letting what I say go
in one ear and out the other? I'm only saying this for your own good... @! @! @￥％￥@%
"@@!@..." Ouyang Yu looked into his mother's eyes, nodding and grinning, agreeing to whatever she said
. "Mmm! Mmm! Yu'er will listen to Mother..." He repeated this action, feeling drowsy, until he heard the end of his mother's hypnotic melody, "Yu'er
, do you understand what Mother means?" Sima Yu immediately perked up, sitting up straight and saying, "Mmm!" Ouyang Yuexiang was both amused and annoyed, pulling her son's head close and flicking it lightly with her slender fingers. "You silly
Yu'er, just like your deadbeat father!" "Mother, it hurts so much~ It's swollen, I need to see a doctor..." Sima Yu covered his head, feigning ignorance. "Hurry up and practice your calligraphy, don't interrupt~" Saying this, she grabbed the pink flower, picked up a piece of Xuan paper that Sima Yu had written on, and casually looked at it. Seeing
her son 's calligraphy improving rapidly, a smile slowly appeared on her face. Actually, Yuexiang's nagging and chattering hadn't been a
recent thing. It was rare to see a mother so talkative about something as trivial as looking at plum blossoms while writing. But Sima Yu was always respectful and never argued back. Firstly,
he felt his mother's words were always for his own good; secondly, he seemed to enjoy her nagging.
He would feel lost if his mother ignored him. Having grown up without his father, he
had always spent time with his mother, perhaps developing a bit of a mother complex. "Do not lament the unopened blossoms in the frosty morning, for white hair withers day and night. A newly opened blossom, glistening with wind and dew, is just like…" Yuexiang read her son's poem word by word, stopping halfway through. A sudden sadness crept into her
expression. She seemed to remember the poem so well, yet couldn't recall
where . "Like waiting for the moon in the west chamber... Mother~ I didn't finish writing just now..." Sima Yu muttered as he wrote, turning to look at his mother. He saw her beautiful eyes glistening
with tears, the tears welling up as if they were about to spill over. "Mother, Yu'er was wrong, Yu'er was disobedient..." Sima Yu felt flustered at the sight of his delicate mother's tearful appearance. "Yu'er, it's alright, Mother just got some snowflakes in her eyes. Hurry up and finish today's calligraphy practice, Mother has something to do outside..." With that, she put down the Xuan paper, wiping her cheek as she walked out, leaving her puzzled son in the room
. "Do not lament the unopened blossoms in the frosty morning, for white hair withers day and night. A newly opened flower, adorned with wind and dew, is like waiting for the moon in the west chamber..." She murmured to herself, this was the poem Sima Hao had left for Yue Xiang when they parted last year,
no wonder Yue Xiang was moved by the poem. A pang of longing tore at her heart. She stood at the gate of the courtyard, her left hand on the doorframe, her right hand cradling the
snow-covered plum blossom. The cold wind swept across Yuexiang's arm, swirling the blossom and carrying it away into the air. Tears welled in her eyes as she
stood at the gate, gazing vaguely at the pink blossom amidst the white expanse, carried further and further away by the wind until it disappeared
, as if that pink blossom carried her longing for her husband… The sorrowful beauty, the drifting petals, the swirling
snowflakes—all these elements created a scene both melancholic and beautiful in the courtyard. Yuexiang turned around and saw a blurry yet familiar figure standing behind her, holding an umbrella. The figure was tall and
strong. She walked gently towards him, her voice trembling, "Brother Hao! Is that you, Brother Hao?" "Mother, I know you miss Father…" The figure emerged from the snow, revealing a young boy's face. Sima Yu held the umbrella over Yuexiang's head. Yuexiang remained silent, then suddenly stepped forward and embraced her son's neck.
She collapsed softly into her son's arms and
burst into tears. Sima Yu held his mother close, afraid she would catch a cold, and said, "Mother, don't be afraid, Father will be back soon." Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, making Sima Yu's heart ache. "Yu'er, you've become so sensible..." Ouyang Yuexiang leaned against her son, smiling through her tears. After comforting his mother, Sima Yu returned to his room, recalling the strange feeling he had when he had held his mother.
At that moment, his cheeks had flushed, and his heart had pounded like a deer. His mother was so virtuous and beautiful, which stirred a strange possessive desire within him
. "Could it be what the books say, 'A fair maiden is sought after by a gentleman'?" he wondered to himself. "But can Mother be considered a lady..." He smiled inwardly, a strange sense of joy welling up inside him. After all, she was his mother. He always stopped at
the point of crossing , then thought, "When I look for a wife in the future
, I want one like Mother." So, he hurriedly took off his clothes, shoes, and socks, crawled into bed, pulled up his pillow, closed his eyes, and prepared to drift into a sweet dream... The image of him holding his mother kept replaying in his mind. He relied on his memory to repeatedly
experience the sensation of his mother's breasts through her clothes,
the fragrance emanating from her hair, and her lovely and charming appearance in his arms. As he thought about it, he felt a heat rising throughout his body, and the source of this heat was in his penis. He
simply changed his sleeping position, facing the ceiling, continuing to recall that wonderful moment, but he felt as if his lower body
had been immersed in some warm and soft place, making him feel quite uncomfortable. He was puzzled as he lifted the covers, only to find a snow-white, alluring woman kneeling between his legs
. She was sucking his penis, moving it up and down, giving him immense pleasure. "Miss...who are you...um...please don't...let go." The woman seemed not to hear him, frantically sucking and moving her hips. She swayed her smooth, plump
buttocks, her hands on the bed like a rutting bitch.
Sima Yu, inexperienced in such matters, couldn't withstand this torment. "Miss, if this gets out...it will damage your reputation...please stop..." The Four Books and Five Classics taught him against promiscuity, but Sima Yu felt a surge of lust rush to his head, making him feel an
electric shock of pleasure. He wondered who this beautiful woman was and why she was there, instinctively thrusting his lower body in response to her lewd
movements. His thrusts grew faster and faster, and the voluptuous woman beneath him was almost at her limit,
making sounds like "Ugh...ugh...ugh..." as his penis pressed against her tongue. Sima Yu felt he had seen this scene in a book called *Jin Ping Mei*, but unexpectedly,
he had become the protagonist of that book. Suddenly, he felt something about to burst out of his penis
. His thrusts were so fast he couldn't control himself. Sima Yu grabbed the woman's head and unleashed a convulsive,
explosive thrust. He felt something flow from the tip of his penis and shoot into the woman's mouth. Sima Yu withdrew his limp penis. The woman climbed onto his chest, burying her face in his chest. Sima Yu
slumped onto the bed, embracing the woman and saying, "Miss, can I see your face?" The woman raised her head, and Sima Yu, by the moonlight, saw a mole on her lip. The face seemed familiar
. When the woman revealed her face in the moonlight, Sima Yu was shocked. "Mother! It's you!
" "Do you like it... Am I pretty?" Yuexiang extended her delicate tongue and licked her son's face seductively. Sima Yu didn't feel
the warmth of his mother's mouth; instead, he felt a chill. "If you like it, Mother can do these naughty things with Yu'er every day..." Yuexiang twisted her peach-like buttocks, rubbing them against her son's penis. She grasped his manhood with both hands and gave him
a kiss, but this kiss left Sima Yu's lips icy cold. "Mother... why is your mouth so cold..." Sima Yu was completely bewildered. "Because, this was just a dream..." Yuexiang smiled faintly, stood up, and transformed into a snowflake before Sima Yu's eyes, flying out of the paper window. Sima
Yu followed, climbing out of the window, barefoot in the cold snow, running with the snowflakes. "Mother~ No~ Don't go!..." Sima Yu tried to reach out and grab the snowflake that Yuexiang had turned into, but the more he tried, the less he could hold on. He felt his vision
getting darker and darker, his whole body getting colder and colder. In the dark and cold space, he sank deeper and deeper, crying out to heaven
and earth in vain... Suddenly, Sima Yu's vision brightened again. He sat up, looked around, and found
himself still in bed. The paper window had been torn by the wind, and his mouth and face were covered in a layer of snowflakes. It turned out that it was
just a dream, a false alarm. Sima Yu touched his crotch and felt a wetness in his lower body. He took off his underwear
and found a sticky "map" hanging on it. "Is this what you mean by nocturnal emission, sir...?" Sima Yu pondered. The feeling was both uncomfortable and wonderful. But thinking of
what he had done with his mother in the dream, he felt remorseful. He had actually incorporated his mother and the plot of "Jin Ping Mei" into his dream. It was a sin
, a sin... With a heart full of atonement, Sima Yu drifted back into a deep sleep... Sima Yu was asleep,
but Ouyang Yuexiang's room was still filled with a spring-like atmosphere. She was naked on the bed, her breasts
soft and erect from being kneaded by her own hands. She twisted her waist, one hand sliding down her full, smooth thighs to
her private parts. "Ah~ Brother Hao... Brother Hao..." she called out her husband's name, cultivating the loneliness of longing with her own hands.
A large wet patch appeared between her two round thighs. Gradually, Yuexiang's whole body turned slightly red, her hot and beautiful body swaying,
emitting visible white steam in the cold season. As her fingers quickened their rhythm, she felt that these fingers were merely scratching an itch in her empty flower chamber
. She took out a white, lustrous, rod-shaped jade carving from the bedside table. The carving was smooth and translucent;
even someone unfamiliar with stone artifacts and jewelry would know it was no ordinary object. However, while the material was extraordinary, the shape was quite surprising—it was a man's
phallus . There was a little story behind it. This jade carving
was a gift from a merchant from the Western Regions to Sima Hao when he was not accompanying the emperor on his campaigns. At the time, Sima Hao joked with his wife that if she felt lonely while he was away on campaigns
, she could use this to relieve her boredom. That joke had become a reality; every time Yuexiang used the jade carving, she felt as if her husband was
right beside her. "Brother Hao, yours is still so amazing...Brother Hao...ah..." Yuexiang slid the jade carving between her thighs, fantasizing that her Brother Hao was pressing her down on the bed, about to
enter her body. She closed her eyes tightly, took off her long skirt and trousers, and rubbed the "male root" against her thick petals. Her juices flowed out, lubricating the "male root." Yuexiang held onto the jade carving, moaning in ecstasy, "Brother Hao, give it to Yue'er...Yue'er wants it, wants it
..." "Ah...good...so amazing..." As the jade carving entered, Yuexiang seemed to be entering her fantasy world more and more. She shook her
fair hands, pushing the jade carving, while constantly twisting her waist and plump buttocks. "I want more... Husband... please continue, no... ah... don't stop..." She moved her body rapidly, her hands pushing the jade carving downwards with all her might, as if
she wanted to pierce her genitals with the jade carving. However, Ouyang Yuesheng's flower chamber was deep, and this relatively small jade carving had already...
Completely submerged in the flower's crevice. "Ah...ah...uh...mmm...ah...ah..." Her voice was so enchanting that it could make any man's blood boil and lose his mind, but unfortunately, apart from
Sima Hao in her fantasy and herself, no one could hear it. "Ah~ Brother Hao, I have to go first...go first...ah..." With the beauty's last shriek, the jade carving was bounced out by the rebound force inside the flower chamber, and
the yin fluid that had been cultivated inside the flower chamber gushed out. This yin fluid sprayed high, drawing an arc in mid-air,
transforming into a lewd and beautiful moment under the moonlight. And this moon-flower beauty, whose climax had subsided, lay limp in the quilt, meeting her husband in her dream... "Truly
rebellious, truly deserving of death..." Another day began, and Sima Yu was still thinking about yesterday's dream while washing up. After washing up, he hurried towards the private school with his head down. "Yu'er, why are you going so early?" He saw his mother pacing outside the courtyard. Sima Yu looked at his mother, and his face flushed red. "Uh... I wanted to go early so I could memorize my lessons, and the teacher would be happy too," Sima Yu said evasively. "Yu'er, have you gotten into some trouble that you're afraid to tell your mother?" Seeing that her son was hiding something, Yuexiang, who hadn't expected that the "guilty one" was her own mother, pressed her son for an answer. Sima Yu shook his head. Yuexiang pressed her lips to Sima Yu's forehead. "Yu'er, are you running a fever...
? Your face is so red..." "Mother, no, I'm fine..." His mother's gentle and loving lips made him feel a strange impulse and a dizzying happiness. "Oh dear, how many times have I told you to keep warm when you sleep at night?
It's hard for . Why are you so naughty? Sigh...! @@! @%%" It seemed like her mother was about to start singing again. Ouyang Yu smiled and nodded and answered, "Hmm
~ I'll listen to you, Mother~" "Imperial... decree... has arrived..." Suddenly, a voice that was neither male nor female came from outside the door, breaking this happy moment. A hunchbacked eunuch, holding a gleaming yellow scroll in one hand and an envelope in the other,
called out in a effeminate voice, "Madam Ouyang, wife of General Sima Hao, and Sima Yu, son of General Sima Hao, receive the imperial decree..." Yuexiang was startled and quickly pulled her son to the courtyard to kneel and receive the decree. "My son Sima Yu and my wife Ouyang
are here to receive the decree." "By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: General Sima Hao has followed me in battle, achieving numerous military merits, killing countless enemies
, and demonstrating skillful command. Moreover, he has been brave and valiant in this campaign, protecting the Emperor. Therefore, his family is hereby awarded three million taels of gold, Sima
Yu is granted the title of Marquis Lüli, and Ouyang is granted the title of First-Rank Lady, as a reward. So be it!" The eunuch slowly finished his announcement and rolled up the imperial decree. "Ouyang, receive the imperial decree." Yuexiang accepted the gleaming golden decree with both hands, her heart filled with doubt. "Father-in-law, where is my husband?" "I don't know either, but His Majesty also instructed me to convey something to you. Here—" He handed Yuexiang a thick, gold-inlaid cowhide envelope. Such an exquisite envelope was indeed something neither mother nor son had ever
seen before. "This is His Majesty's secret decree, not something ordinary people can obtain! Please open it when no one is around." The old man's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Madam, this servant has other matters to attend to in the palace, I must take my leave!" He instructed the servants to put down the loads of gold, patted his bottom, and left. What mysterious letter could Sima Haoren have? The Emperor even personally issued a secret decree, leaving a huge mystery in the hearts of the mother and son
...
Chaotic Fate (IV) Memories (II)
? ? The snowflakes continued to fall, and the snow in the Sima residence accumulated to a thicker layer.
The doors and windows of the residence were tightly closed, and a few servants shivered scattered at the door. Some breathed on their palms to warm them, while
others stomped their feet and ran in place, trying to drive away the damned cold and this icy weather. In the courtyard, the white snow was smooth and flat, except for a string of footprints left by the eunuch earlier. "Yu'er, why would the Emperor issue a secret decree to us, mother and son? What is it about?" Ouyang Yuexiang's willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, her vermilion lips slightly pursed, her face solemn and somewhat puzzled
. She held a thick cowhide envelope in her hands to her round chest, pacing anxiously in the guest room. "What else could it be? Father must have won a great battle and been granted a high-ranking official position, so we need to move
in ." Sima Yu sat in his chair, resting his chin on his hands, smiling as he watched Yuexiang's anxious figure. In his eyes, every glance Yuexiang gave, every graceful gait, every chattering manner
, and every expression of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness was captivating. His mother was like an irreplaceable fairy in his
heart . "Your father went on a campaign against the Xiongnu a year ago and hasn't returned since. Now the Emperor has issued an edict but doesn't mention his
whereabouts, only saying something about 'meritorious protection of the Emperor.' Could it be that your father has already met with misfortune, and the Emperor is only reporting good news and not bad...
" As she spoke, her voice became weak and choked with sobs, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Seeing his delicate mother, Sima Yu felt a surge of affection. He quickly took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away
the tears on Yuexiang's face, comforting her, "Mother, you don't need to worry. Father is a brave and skilled warrior. Back then, he was a one-man army that could hold off ten thousand
. How could he be defeated by a small Xiongnu country? Besides, this secret decree hasn't been unsealed yet. Perhaps there are still important matters for the country that Father
needs to attend to. Mother, you're overthinking it." As he spoke, Sima Yu exaggeratedly straightened his back, raised his head, put his left hand on his hip, and smoothed the air with his right hand,
his posture quite comical. He suppressed his voice and imitated
the tone his father used when he told the mother and son about "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" before he left: "Hmph... barbarians! If we, the mighty generals of the Central Plains, cross the Great Wall, you will be meat on our chopping block
!" "You naughty boy!" Yuexiang immediately burst into laughter through her tears, picked up the envelope, and softly patted her son's head. Seeing his mother's joy, Sima Yu was filled with pride and delight. "Mother, hurry up and open the envelope
!" Sima Yu urged Yuexiang, his youthful impulsiveness fueling his curiosity. "Hmm..." After saying that, Ouyang Yuexiang gently untied the ribbon binding the envelope. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the ribbon was also
made of gold. No wonder it was a secret imperial edict; even the seal was so imposing. Thinking that it wasn't time to admire the envelope yet, Yuexiang quickly reached out her delicate hand and rummaged inside. She pulled
out everything inside: a small envelope with "one" written on it; a small envelope with "two" written on it; and a pair of jade pendants, one black and one white, shaped like a yin-yang symbol. "Mother, look at this one first." Sima Yu picked up the envelope with "one" written on it and, together with his mother, opened it. "My dear sister-in-law, Ouyang Yuexiang, how have you been lately? I am the current Emperor, Aisin Gioro Fanyi. Although my elder brother is my subordinate outside
, he is truly my good brother..." Yuexiang murmured. "That imperial edict was a message given to you in the capacity of the Emperor. This envelope is given to you in my personal capacity. My elder brother
is a brilliant strategist, possessing both wisdom and courage, having slain countless enemies. He is a rare and exceptional talent. Having such
a brother is like adding wings to a tiger for me. The nation has such a capable general; it is a blessing from our ancestors..." After reading this, Yuexiang turned the page. When she looked at the second page
, she saw a few words at the top of the page. "It is a pity that my elder brother met with misfortune the other day and died suddenly in his military tent..." Instantly, Yuexiang felt a constant buzzing around her eyes. She could no longer support her weight, and Yuexiang collapsed to the ground. She felt her son's arms protecting her from falling. Her son
was calling out to her, but she could no longer hear his calls. Her vision went black, and she fainted. When Yuexiang opened her eyes again, she felt herself lying in bed, and it was already late. Turning her head,
the first thing she saw was her son, and the long-bearded doctor who had prescribed her medicine. She vaguely heard the doctor
's words, "Madam's health is fine, but excessive grief has depleted her vital energy. A little tonic will suffice, Young Master."
"You must listen to your wife and not cause her any worry." With that, she left the prescription and was seen out by Sima Yu. When Sima Yu returned, he was carrying a bowl of medicine. Seeing that Yuexiang had woken up, he quickly helped her up and fed her the medicine.
However when he brought a spoonful of medicine to Yuexiang's lips, she remained expressionless, her eyes staring blankly ahead. Sima Yu
had lost his father, and seeing his mother so grief-stricken, his heart felt like it was being torn apart. But as the only man in the family, he
had to choke back tears and comfort Yuexiang, "Mother... Father is gone, but your son is still here. Mother... you must take care
of yourself ..." Ouyang Yuexiang also began to sob, her sorrowful eyes swirling several times before
bursting into tears. She tightly gripped her son's back, burying her face in his chest, venting her heart-wrenching
grief... "Mother, come, drink another sip, it will help you recover faster." Sima Yu blew on another spoonful of medicine to cool it down and brought it to Yuexiang's lips. After crying, Yuexiang felt a mixture of sorrow and relief. Sorrow for her husband's death, and relief
for her son's understanding and thoughtfulness. She parted her cherry-like lips and took another spoonful of bitter medicine. "Mother... your son will stay with you for the rest of his life. Your son will never leave you." Sima Yu sat by Yuexiang's bedside, continuing to blow on the medicine for her. She vaguely sensed that her son had grown up. He had inherited his father's intelligence, gentleness, thoughtfulness, and
understanding . She just hadn't expected that her son would grow up on her saddest day, not her happiest. "Yu'er, read the Emperor's secret edict to your mother..." After all, it was the Emperor's secret edict; even if the sky were to fall, she had to read it. "Ah... I am devastated by the loss of my brother, but the loss of a brilliant strategist is a national tragedy. Now, the northern
barbarians are rampant. They have repeatedly invaded our Central Plains in the past because we, the Central Plains, have repeatedly yielded, unwilling to expend resources to
fight them. But ten years ago, they became increasingly audacious. Fortunately, I met my elder brother, who helped me quell several
disturbances in the north. He frightened the barbarians so much that they dared not fight at the mere sight of Sima's banner. In recent years, the north has been relatively quiet, entirely due to my elder brother's
prestige. However, my elder brother met with misfortune in the past. Fortunately, I promptly concealed the news of his death, so the barbarians are unaware. But secrets cannot be kept forever."
"The war in the north will be fraught with peril, endangering the nation and harming the people. Before my death, my elder brother entrusted me
with giving you and your son an envelope and a pair of jade pendants, saying that these two items would avert national crisis once they reached you and your son. Sister-in-law, I urge you to accept this with composure and prioritize the nation's interests. Do not mishandle the funeral arrangements following my brother's death!
Destroy this letter immediately upon receipt. This is a second envelope containing my brother's letter." Seeing that this was a matter of national importance, and not a time for personal grief, Yuexiang dared not delay. She sat up, brushed aside
the bangs falling across her oval face, and had Sima Yu open the second letter. "Yu'er, Xiang'er, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person. When you see this letter, I will be dying. The country is in
peril, and my ailing body is powerless to save it. Please, Yu'er, help me save the country. Do not grieve for my death;
dying honorable and proud thing. These jade pendants are the keys to the Yin-Yang treasure chests. The Yin and Yang chests are hidden
under the timber in my family's warehouse, under the third piece of redwood. Please, Madam, go with Yu'er to open the Yin chest. Four months later, Yu'er will open
the Yang chest alone. You will understand then."... A flickering candlelight dispelled the darkness in the warehouse, and the dim, hazy light illuminated
the melancholy , as well as the white-robed scholar beside her. "Mother, it's this!" Sima Yu, using the flickering flame, found two exquisite little black and white chests.
The keyholes of the chests were strangely shaped like a half-eighths. He held the two fathers' wills in his hands, silently wondering what they might be. Yuexiang remained silent
, but took out her jade pendant and placed it into the keyhole of the box representing "Yin." The box clicked open automatically. A soft blue light shot out from the box. Following the light, Yuexiang saw a
small blue ball. She carefully extended her slender index finger and thumb and took out the blue pellet. "Mother, what is this?" Sima Yu had never seen such a strange object before. "Mother doesn't know either..." Yuexiang was the same; besides, her husband had never mentioned it to her when he was alive. "Ee..." Yuexiang blinked and saw the pellet slowly dissipate into wisps of blue mist in the air. The pellet
began shrink, and she smelled a faint fragrance in the air, which grew stronger and stronger. Her vision
began to blur, and suddenly she saw a
blue . In this blue space, her husband, Sima Hao, appeared before her! Sima Hao was shirtless, revealing
his strong, masculine muscles, smiling broadly. She began to feel a heat rising in her chest; it felt as if
her Hao-ge had returned. "Husband, you're back! Yue'er missed you so much..." she said, tears welling in her eyes, as she softly threw herself into "Hao-ge's" arms... "Mother, what's wrong, Mother?" Faced with her mother's sudden, coquettish embrace and inexplicable murmurs, Sima Yu felt that
something was wrong with her mother, unaware that Yue Xiang had entered her own fantasy world. "Mother, wake up! I'm Yu'er, not Father!" Sima Yu shook his mother's shoulders, trying to rouse the seemingly delirious Yuexiang. Yuexiang, however, stroked her son's cheek,
her eyes sparkling with affection as she softly whispered, "Brother Hao, Yu'er has grown up so much. Shouldn't you
reward me a little..." "Mother, look at me! I'm Yu'er!" Sima Yu pushed away his delirious mother from his arms, gripping her hands tightly, his heart filled with anxiety
. Yuexiang was lost in her own world, seemingly showing no sign of waking up. Beads of sweat appeared on her broad forehead
, her face flushed, and she began to sway her hips seductively, pressing herself against her son and
babbling incoherently. "Brother Hao, I want another child. I want to give Yu'er a little brother, to keep him company. He's
suffering so much from studying..." Her words carried the fragrance of a woman's lips and the alluring charm of a young woman. Her perfectly proportioned
figure illuminated by the flickering candlelight, made Sima Yu lose his senses. Seeing his usually dignified and conservative mother suddenly speaking softly like a young girl, he instinctively
felt his mouth go dry. If this were a dream from yesterday, Sima Yu would have acted impulsively, pinning his mother down and
stripping her naked like a beast, engaging in a battle with this tempting prey. But Sima Yu knew this was reality.
He suppressed his desires, keeping the soft, fragrant moonlight at a distance from his rationality. "It must be that little blue pellet from earlier..." He thought of the strange little blue ball. "Could it be..." "Mmm~" Before he could finish his thought, Sima Yu felt a soft, hot touch on his lips. It was Yuexiang's lips,
already pressed against his mouth. Yuexiang hugged her son's neck, her lower body pressed against his crotch, swaying as if about to fall. Her head bobbed
slightly, and she offered her delicate tongue to Sima Yu. Sima Yu wanted to resist the kiss, but
the alluring feminine scent emanating from his mother's chest made him feel wonderfully dizzy. The vermilion lips that wouldn't let go and the tongue
that stirred his thoughts made his mind turbulent, as if it were about to burst through the dam... He saw
Ouyang Yuexiang teasingly part her lips from Sima Yu's mouth, her slender hand sliding down to her son's crotch, skillfully and gently grasping his penis through his white
clothes . In front of Sima Yu, who was not yet fully enlightened about matters of love, Yuexiang...
It was like grasping a mimosa, except the mimosa wilted, while this one instantly stood upright. "Mother, let go! Yu'er and Mother, we can't do this... Mother, wake up..." Sima Yu grabbed his mother's shoulders, breathing heavily, but while his reason remained, his body wouldn't obey him. His manhood,
after being kneaded a few times in his mother's nimble hands, involuntarily stood erect, a pillar reaching for the sky.
He tried to remove his mother's hands, but couldn't bear to part with this rare feeling. "This... only happens in dreams..." "Doing such shameful things with Mother... Heaven and earth would not tolerate it..." Sima Yu thought with his eyes tightly closed, his thoughts clashing in his mind. When he opened his eyes, it was as if he were in a fairyland. He saw his mother, seemingly dancing, pressing against him with her swaying
waist, removing her clothes one by one. Yuexiang was left with only a bodice on her upper body, and her lower body was revealed in
the alluring and elegant way she pulled down her skirt. Although the light was dim, Sima Yu could still see his mother's exposed white shoulders, her
round and firm breasts exuding maternal fragrance, her voluptuous and alluring white thighs, her full yet shapely
waist, and her peach-shaped buttocks behind her trousers. Yuexiang's seductive eyes further stimulated every
nerve in Sima Yu's body. A crack appeared in the dam of reason in his mind, and a torrent of desire surged forth, sweeping the
dam away to who-knows-where. Sima Yu, panting heavily, pulled the beautiful woman who had already captivated him to his core, pressed her against
the wall, and first gave her a frenzied, biting kiss, as if he wanted to devour her. Then he swirled his tongue around her,
as if releasing pent-up desire. "Mmm...mmm..." Yuexiang was pushed to the ground by Sima Yu, panting heavily, suffering under his kisses, she could only
breathe through her nose. Lips parted, and Sima Yu abruptly ripped off his mother's bodice, instantly exposing a pair of
large breasts, glistening with sticky, beautiful sweat, to his beastly, hungry eyes. Sima Yu cupped these soft breasts in his hands, instinctively kneading
them; he simply felt that these breasts were so white and full, so lovable, and he had to possess them. "Ah... Brother Hao... you're so naughty..." Yuexiang swayed her upper body with the touch of her son. Sima Yu's movements were clumsy and rough, yet gentle.
Immersed in her fantasy, Yuexiang felt that her longed-for "Brother Hao" had returned. "...Don't bite... Yue'er... ah... so comfortable..." Sima Yu took Yuexiang's left breast into his mouth and began to suckle wantonly, his mouth as greedy
and forceful , his teeth even more restless, gently biting the erect bud of the right breast. "Ah...don't look like that...husband...you're so naughty..." As Sima Yu tore off Yuexiang's panties, Yuexiang seemed to be transported back to
the scene before she and Sima Hao consummated their marriage on their wedding night, only this time the person in the scene was her son, and the location was no longer the bridal chamber. Her eyes were closed shyly, her head turned to one side, her hands spread wide, vaguely covering her private parts
, like a virgin being deflowered, making Sima Yu unable to resist. Sima Yu took his mother's arms and lifted them above her head. The triangular patch of
dark hair overflowing with lustful fluid immediately caught his eye. He curiously parted this sacred place and saw a rosy
clitoris and two thick, moist labia. "Mmm...ah...husband...ah...don't tease Yue'er...ah..." Sima Yu curiously manipulated and pressed the clitoris, and the wetness of that sacred place overflowed more and more
. He extended a finger and inserted it between his mother's labia. Instantly, he felt as if his finger was
tightly . With each movement of his finger, his mother exaggeratedly arched her body, her soft moans
becoming more and more seductive with each thrust… “The place of union…” Sima Yu murmured to himself. Having read some of *Jin Ping Mei*, he suddenly understood the nature of matters between men and women… He quickly stripped off his
clothes and carefully aimed his hard, erect white penis at his genitals. His mother was still
murmuring seductively in her sleep: “My lord… I want… I want… Give it to me, my lord…” He lifted his mother's chin, then lowered his head and gently bit her vermilion lips. “Mother, Yu’er
has long loved you…” he murmured to himself, carefully and gently thrusting his lower body between Yue Xiang's jade-like legs. “Ah…” With a satisfied groan, Sima Yu entered Yue Xiang's body. Sima Yu, experiencing his first sexual encounter, felt as if his lower body had entered a heavenly realm. His mother's sacred body enveloped
his entire head, so tightly it felt as if it were sucking him in. "Yu'er... what are you doing?" Just as Sima Yu was beginning to feel like he was floating in paradise, Yue Xiang began to regain her senses. She felt as if her whole body was on fire
, and a long-lost fullness surged through her lower body. She saw that her hands were wrapped around her son's neck...
"Mother... I... I..." Sima Yu, who was on top of Yue Xiang, saw that his mother, who had seemed possessed, had returned to her original state and did not know what to do... "Ah
! Yu'er... pull it out quickly... I am your mother... how can you do such a rebellious thing..." Yue Xiang shouted, twisting her lower body, trying to stop this taboo. "Mother, I...I can't pull out...it's so tight inside..." The place where they were joined seemed truly inseparable. Yuexiang, suppressing her reason, tried to push her son away. She
thrust , but this caused a throbbing sensation, bringing pleasure not only to Sima Yu but also to herself. "Ah...Yu'er...pull it out quickly...don't move your lower body..." she said, pushing Sima Yu's upper body up. But whether it was Sima Yu's intention or her own lack of strength, halfway
through the push, Sima Yu's center of gravity suddenly dropped, causing another throbbing sensation in her flower chamber. "Ah..." This time, Sima Yu seemed to understand the secret of lovemaking. He slowly thrust his lower body in, causing
another ripple of trembling in Yuexiang's body... "Ugh...ah...Yu'er, don't move anymore..." Yuexiang suppressed her moans, but this didn't escape Sima Yu's eyes. He clumsily repeated
the monotonous movements, learning to enjoy the warmth and ecstasy of his mother's lower body. "Yu'er... what are you doing... Mother told you to pull it out quickly... pull it out... ah... Yu'er..." Yuexiang, now fully conscious, also felt the pleasure of being separated from her husband for so long, but ethics told her that the one giving her pleasure
couldn't be her son. "Mother... is this comfortable... Mother..." "Ah... Yu'er... you... beast. Ah... ah... I'm your mother... stop... stop! Ah..." "Mother... you were the one who found Yu'er to do this..." Saying this, Sima Yu haphazardly stretched out his green claws and began to play with the pair of pigeons again. "...Yu'er...dodge...ah...ah..." In her dazed state, she vaguely remembered meeting her "Brother Hao" in the blue light. She suddenly recalled the blue bullet that had dissipated in the air earlier, and she immediately understood that
the blue bullet must be some kind of aphrodisiac. But it was too late. With her son
's rampage on her body and the thrusting of his penis, her reason seemed to be eroded by the rhythm of the in-and-out motion... "Yu'er...ah...ah
...don't do this to Mother...stop...faster. Ah...ah..." As Sima Yu's thrusts quickened, Yuexiang could no longer stop her moans, and the "
Mother" in each moan was like an aphrodisiac to Sima Yu, whose reason had already collapsed. Looking at his mother's coy
and shy expression, he repeated the thrusting motion even more enthusiastically, frantically pounding into his mother's flower garden
. "Ah!!...Ah...Yu'er...No...Don't go so deep...Ah..." Sima Yu felt that his mother's legs, curled up in front of his waist, were hindering his progress, so he simply picked up his mother's...
They joined together, their two fair legs, and love juices overflowed from their point of contact. Yuexiang felt her crown-shaped
flower core being thrust into by her son, leaving her utterly unsatisfied. Yuexiang's flower chamber was narrower and
deeper than that of most women. Her former husband would only occasionally reach it when his desire was strong, but now her son could easily
play with it. Yuexiang felt intense pleasure in her lower body, yet she dared not moan freely, for this was incest... "Yu'er...
ah... ah... faster..." With her son's thrusting, Yuexiang, who had not had sex for several years, seemed to suddenly sink into an ancient, primordial era,
an unknown primitive world, where there was only mucus, amoebas, soft, spiky jellyfish, sucking anemones, only
the sensation of flesh, and nothing else. But the sin of incest made her feel as if she
were dying in the darkness of the entire universe, in unbearable pain and pleasure ... Her son's penis stood erect inside her body, moving, seeking,
exploring, kneading, pressing, and caressing in an infinitely wild way, making her moan uncontrollably.
The tingling and wonderful sensations transmitted to her nerves from his lower body made her intoxicated and afraid... What Yuexiang felt after each satisfaction of her lower body
was not a solution, but a physical release and liberation. She even felt that her son's penis was better than her father's
... "Mother... Mother... Yu'er has liked Mother for a long time... Mother..." Sima Yu's voice began to become turbid, and the twitching of his whole body became stiff. "Yu'er...don't put it inside...quickly...pull it out..." Yuexiang suddenly remembered that her first menstruation was in a few days, and if her son were to put it inside her... "Mother
...I...I can't get it out..." Sima Yu's lower body seemed to be constantly commanding, still working inside Yuexiang... "You child...
don't put it inside me...ah..." "Mother...your lower body...is so tight...uh.ah..." With her son's groan, Yuexiang's jade legs tightly clamped around her son's waist. She
felt a long-lost fluid gushing from her lower body, the vaginal fluid being irrigated into her flower
garden by her son's first hot and wild thrusts... Afterwards, Yuexiang swore that this was the first and last time she would do this thunderous
thing with her son, but once such a taboo thing happened, it was like a planted weed, once it sprouted, it was difficult to remove...
…The second time, Sima Yu sneaked into his mother's bedroom at night and happened to catch his mother enjoying herself with the jade carving
…The third time, when Yuexiang was teaching Sima Yu to write, Sima Yu pulled Yuexiang into his arms, and so it
began again, half-heartedly…The fourth time, when Yuexiang was repenting in front of the Buddha statue, she was pushed down by Sima Yu again…The fifth time…
…After each moment of passion, Yuexiang would make a vow, but every time, she would find herself
falling into Sima Yu's arms again for some reason. As Sima Yu said, "Mother, you would have been struck by lightning and turned to ashes long ago." During this time, what surprised her was not only the increasing variety of her son's sexual activities, but also his amazing
stamina and rapid physical development. Just a few dozen days ago, her son was still very thin, but after so many days, his upper limbs had
developed bulging muscles. She often told Sima Yu to take care of his health, saying things like "a drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood," but Sima Yu would just chuckle and
say, "I'm exercising with Mother every day, and look how healthy I am!" This made Yuexiang blush. It was as if the mother and son had forgotten Sima Hao's death, and this world of just the two of them continued
... Time returned to the present. "Yu'er, how long has it been since that day?" On the large bed beside the mahogany desk, Yuexiang leaned her head against Sima Yu's chest. "Hmm... Mother, do
you want to ?" Sima Yu said with a mischievous smile. He stretched out his strong arms and hugged Yuexiang's graceful waist. "Your father
had a box back then. Remember to open it yourself after a few days. Everything should be based on national affairs. Don't spend too much time thinking about doing this with your mother
every day ." The delicate girl in his arms began to show her motherly side again. "Hmm... Yu'er will listen to Mother... We'll open the box the day after tomorrow..." With Yuexiang's lingering nagging and her beautiful body, Sima Yu entered Xiangxiang's dream. What would the second box contain? Why was there an aphrodisiac in this dark box?!

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